This is a song about "My soul"

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

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

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

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

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

Sold an organ, but kept my heart and soul,

Sniffed a lot of flowers, but how could i cry

But now, i'd rather have my soul die

My own soul i can't find

Pay my haters not too much mind

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

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

One of the coldest, the gracing on that pole

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

I'm trynna get you off like a fucking loophole

Soaking in my flow getting spiritual with my soul,