This is a song about "No soul"

Sell my soul, price of coal

It's apart of her goal

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

The crooked path i follow, i wish upon no soul.

I'mma punt the paper over the pussy like a field goal

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

Within this siloloquy of a tortured soul.

Give me a sign, tell me how you wanna roll

My heart start to smolder and soul start get colder, i realise im no good,

It’s ironic how i drop some dough when i got them homer simpsons, look

It'll be a classic bro, u'll die in the clash but no impact will be had on ur plastic soul

I feel like i'm falling, yeah falling into a black hole, that's darker than black coal

Another soul just dead n gone

Haven't seen a girl in so long