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

Can’t tell your girl so she the center fold

Uphold the enrolled, through the gale you sale scold,

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

And she ain't gay, but the only thing she like is fucking chanel

Spending too much time having rocks for sale

They know they shouldn't touch me like the third rail

Asking bout the sale that my daddy just made

A million home sellers couldn't find a realer state

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

Ha-ha, laughing all the way to the top

Cause i'm out on motherfuckin bail

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

Fuck a deal, i just want my father's email

Have niggas in ya yard like a yard sale