This is a song about "Sold out"

With an old style and a sold can that outran

Put burners in the hands, of the black man

Go take the "p" out, put a "w", you'll see what i got

Bout as hot as pot lines being sold on your block

Whats the fuckin story smiling boldly you won a lottery? or sold out.

God forgive and we don't, keep my circle small you can't get in my crowd

I was sold and golden with victory,

With your flashlight, tell me what do you see

No money, little bit of chance, skill, and i was out sold,

I ain't tricking but they see you as a pot of gold

I remember when i used to bust a mack with my eyes closed

Make shit we can relate to maybe then your cds will get sold

Where the black girls get their weaves back

So i went out, sold that crack