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

Mama ain't raise no fool, true

Don’t need to shake my ass for you

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

At least i can use my rhymes as a vessel to connect folks on my mental level

And my niggas sell them keys if you can't open your door

I still got your letters laying in my dresser drawer

Niggas say goddamnniggas is funny as hell

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

I'm trynna get you off like a fucking loophole

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

Sell my soul, price of coal

Timmy got his bike stole

Toilet paper to wipe my ass

1st class hermes, panamera, purp pass

It’s hard when starving marcus garvey messed with malcolm little

You better keep my demo, are u simple, i leave your ass cripple.