This is a song about "Yearbook sale"

I'll go for a record sale at the auction,

Snorin' in the bed with blankets cause my head spin

Spending too much time having rocks for sale

And why the hell am i locked in jail

It's kinda fresh you listen to more than wale

Have niggas in ya yard like a yard sale

You're like the sun and winter, my pot of gold

Uphold the enrolled, through the gale you sale scold,

I guess i met you for a reason only time could tell, but well

At a high scale naw they're not for sale, so sinister its straight from hell

Put these bitches on lock down, something like jail

Don't steal my words just cuz they ain't for sale,

Couple of foreign cars that i ride, no top

My peoples sale rock, & cell blocks, got us shell shock

Wasn’t bustin’ jimmy, i’d be busy gettin’ paid

Asking bout the sale that my daddy just made