This is a song about "Being true to the soul"

I sold my soul to the devil with my brain attached

You see em gettin it then you get it, pardon my hand

Them lames ain't even know the newest planes came out

My soul flying to the clouds, but then i feel that doubt

And if i gotta settle for a piece of you

So we just pray to the lord, that we could stay true

Always stay true stick to the g code

Ever since then i had no job

Wouldn't sell my soul to the devil for summer jam,

Put burners in the hands, of the black man

And you got that bomb, huh, i'm tryna detonate you

The truth you look for in the news lied to but it seems true

Drivin and typin, not payin attention, missin they next exit

To being a being and beating the back roads and being it

To stay true to the crew

I ain't tryna diss you