This is a song about "Yearbook sale"

Have niggas in ya yard like a yard sale

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

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

Uphold the enrolled, through the gale you sale scold,

You heard my hip-hop when i was 16 years old

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

Rebound slow you down but you gotta exhale

Spending too much time having rocks for sale

But if i get knocked, i ain't got no bail

I'd hate to see the seeds she created, and so we wait

Asking bout the sale that my daddy just made

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

Thought you was a cutie, though your booty mad thin

Out there on my bumper like a city cop

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