This is a song about "What re those"

Still selling boy and girl, at the same damn time

Had to re align and not resign

Its a man's world re-write your lines lickety split

And my vision isn't set on the money i get

I dont know what those are, dont ring no bells

Thats my surroundings in compton, have common sense

And you are to serve the consequences of your evil schemes

And especially those who know what following it means

Snorin' in the bed with blankets cause my head spin

What else can i do besides loot for those exporting

Even my critics are saying a nigga name right

But what about those verses you made on that website

While re-sealing your stitches

How can i convey this