This is a song about "Bustin my ass to sell my demo"

Now you finna cut your hair, you waiting to excel

If u asked for the price for my soul its not for sell

And there's something you ain't seeing like i block your vision

Bruno mars gay ass trying to play with my dick. listen.

The instrumental, every time i'm in, i skip your lame level, when i step in my temple,

My rhymes may be sentimental but to get this far i had to sell my soul to the devil.

Your demo tape don't mean shit to me

I'm in love with a lady who crazy

Watch them grow and then you die? no, nigga fuck the system

Away to slumber in my house so i could paint 'em and sell 'em,

I'd take a bullet an i'd even sell my soul,

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

Sell my soul, price of coal

Open up your contacts then scroll

I cant sell my soul to the devil cuz i gave it to a homeless prick

If no one's there to listen guess i'll put it in the music