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

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

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

Bitches check on my stats, women get too attached

Come to my concerts ill shake my ass and thats a fact,

Quote un-quote backpack still bring them bitches out

If my album don't sell guess i'll scream and shout

If you still gon' be on some crooked-ass nigga shit

I tried to sell my soul, the devil couldn't afford it

What happens when you try to sell drugs on my block

Or the fact when the money go up, it won’t stop

Your demo tape don't mean shit to me

I just want somebody i can see

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

Who made a situation from what you see it's a problem

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

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