This is a song about "I won t bow down to baphomet a lot dude s soul they soul for richest fame"

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

I'd do anything for you, i just damn near sold my soul,

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

To clear my head i'm feelin low, losin control

I hate to rhyme a word twice, my soul was his for the taking,

And fuck the fat lady, it's over when all the kids sing

I was breakin' ‘em down, now i’m sellin' ‘em whole

Sometimes i let it soak its reachin' down in my soul

Remember a soul never wants to be ended/

All my friends, weed & cigarettes so i take a hit

Get wit' memotherfucker don't sleep

A demonic soul that needs to eat.

You got your nails did, damn girl you're on a roll

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