This is a song about "Yearbook sale"

Put these bitches on lock down, something like jail

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

Gucci & nike, that’s what i call an option

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

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

I'm a fucking walking paradox, no i'm not

We broke and that dough coming slow as a snail

Spending too much time having rocks for sale

On tours, we straight making sure lawyer fees paid

Asking bout the sale that my daddy just made

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

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

Uphold the enrolled, through the gale you sale scold,

6 in the morning, i’m gonna call wale

Have niggas in ya yard like a yard sale