This is a song about "Ab soul"

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

I'mma punt the paper over the pussy like a field goal

I don't fear death

God dam imma soul mess,

18 year sentence with no parole

And i felt like a lost soul

I say that keeps me going

The only soul that won’t sin

Sell my soul, price of coal

Bad bitches onlybig bank roll

Calling any challenger i'll kill your spirt soul

Life is like a phone booth, these pigeons is the fuckin' toll

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

Black vultures, rats roaches, sleep now, the laughs over

Within this siloloquy of a tortured soul.

The pope inside nine capsules, fuck it let's split a roll