This is a song about "My dark soul"

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

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

Sold an organ, but kept my heart and soul,

Open up your contacts then scroll

My speeches come from my soul and brain,

Ain't heard dc since sardines came

One of the coldest, the gracing on that pole

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

Times in this crime land, my thug nation

Wars inside my soul, waged deep in

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

Worse than the others -- bill clinton, mr. bob dole

I ain't superstitious i make all these broads split my pole

He made me shudder no more, he forages happiness for my soul

The only thing that i can see is god's forsaken my soul,

I'm trynna get you off like a fucking loophole