This is a song about "Tj is going to sell a house"

Your body's saying things i ain't never heard

Nice try im not gonna sell it aint going to work

Go to the house store, spend a little more, but fuck it

I’m tryna have them lips sync, milli vanilli shit

My music is my soul, can't sell it to someone else

The silver-lining couldn't find 'em up on any shelf

Yessir, lets have a toast for the girls that you offer them ones but they ain't let you

I've only ever had poverty i wish i had a sell out price to pursue

We've gon so far astray

This is all im going to say

You pull up in parking lots

I need a jail house to free my dogs

I cant sell my soul to the devil cuz i gave it to a homeless prick

Fuck her friendthen i pass her to the big homiegot a sign on my dick

Cuz if i hit it now these feelings take a different route

Your the only one thinks this is funny and trying to sell me out