This is a song about "Cant trust a soul"

I got rich from a little struggle

Stole a soul, was unsolvable,

There's a battle for control inside of your soul

Life is like a phone booth, these pigeons is the fuckin' toll

And i felt like a lost soul

18 year sentence with no parole

Confined as a felon—never trust or believe

I know just what you need nigga that know when to leave

Meetin' fuckin' hoes on the road, it's takin its toll

Jus stop a little bit and enjoy your latent soul

Two kids, wide hips, found something in her we didn't see

But really in the end cant trust nobody they phony

You better clear out the way, make a way for my soul,

Give me a sign, tell me how you wanna roll