This is a song about "My soul"

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

Sold an organ, but kept my heart and soul,

The pope inside nine capsules, fuck it let's split a roll

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

He said that he rather put the pump to his face

And i sit alone as my soul decays

Get my taste from all of my bitches

That's an order, and my soul is

Because my soul spit like fire

And it's 2 clips, i get out to play for

Soaking in my flow getting spiritual with my soul,

Baby i beg to differ, bet you can polish a pole

I've been waiting for somebody to pick up my stroll

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

But i'mma build it ground up, let's again

My speeches come from my soul and brain,