This is a song about "Life being hard but selling my soul to get throw it"

Climbing up the pole, jack and the beanstalk, bitch it's gold

But it ain't hard to tell,his soul is already sold

I need guidance in my life sometimes hustle is hard to bear

Insecure as bitches blind dating with a pimple there

I bet it hard being you

Straight bad bitches i run, through

Wet willy shit, pussy i need a minute

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

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

Lets celebrate, levitate, with the loud

At the same damn time, got these bitches poppin' monkey

Well never know, but it ain't hard to tell, my street poetry

Me lay down tracks. so take a step back and look in the mirror then maybe you will

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

Lately i been stressing so i need you like i’m crazy

Don't get it twisted, your being listed, on my hitlist, by me.