This is a song about "Sold"

Where the black girls get their weaves back

So i went out, sold that crack

And copy what's hot until that goes cold

You just a struggling writer that never sold

I was a kid when daddy sold dope

New canvas she need a new stroke

Polls showing loaded segments sold like show hosts

2 v's in the street, blowing trees with hoes

I was sold and golden with victory,

If you don’t recognize, you gon’ see

Heard the sound of several gun shots

Hang here cuz people's previously sold rocks?

Flow my sold little blister like a flames pond rippling...

Wear out tracks, let me do my thing, i got 16, for this roscoe thing