This is a song about "Cant trust a soul"

Smoked a bakers dozen i just don't trust them

Hoping that hip-hop can surface and go-go again

And i felt like a lost soul

Timmy got his bike stole

But we know all the same people so we got to speak

Trust in me you ready for a scary war, plus defeat

I cant trust nobody on this earth but god

I'm a fucking walking paradox, no i'm not

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

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

Shakin' like it's parkinsons from the clitoris of kelly clarkson's dick

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