This is a song about "Sold up"

Hang here cuz people's previously sold rocks?

Hoes show me love, niggas give me props

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

You just a struggling writer that never sold

I'm about to snap

So i went out, sold that crack

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

But it ain't hard to tell,his soul is already sold

So i could find my rainbow, my pot of gold

After every show, a dream she hold

I won't go once or twice because i'm sold

Lifestyles of the young and the broke

I was a kid when daddy sold dope