This is a song about "I sold my soul to the devil"

I'm still, just like a kid, lookin for stripes on my belt

I sold my dick to the devil, what can you do to help?

My soul flying to the clouds, but then i feel that doubt

If i get stopped, have a bitch throw the weed out

That his soul to the devil's owed, now he flows in him, sold out,

And to be honest i don’t know what niggas talkin bout

Don't fuck around and make it truemy adversaries crumble

Sold my soul to the devil and now all dreams are achievable

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

To do this was my decision cuz i have this vision that one day my raps will

Don't violate my patience i'm waiting, to kill a man

Wouldn't sell my soul to the devil for summer jam,

I sold my body, soul, mind and everything to this rap shit.

Never use the word ours i'm living in the minute

Real slow yea i'll make you feel special

My brother, you chose to dance with the devil