This is a song about "Ab soul"

I'd do anything for you, i just damn near sold my soul,

Chevy filled up on petrol, times like this i just roll

But i didn't cross the line until the bridge hit it, troll

There's a battle for control inside of your soul

Do you get brains, did you make the honor roll

Calling any challenger i'll kill your spirt soul

Within this siloloquy of a tortured soul.

I've been waiting for somebody to pick up my stroll

God dam imma soul mess,

Dc has never seen such progress

18 year sentence with no parole

Sold an organ, but kept my heart and soul,

Take my umbrella-ella and stab-ab a crooked promoter/

It's not a figure of speech when i tell you that i dumped her