This is a song about "Sell a satsuma"

I cant sell my soul to the devil cuz i gave it to a homeless prick

Shakin' like it's parkinsons from the clitoris of kelly clarkson's dick

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

To clear my head i'm feelin low, losin control

Beetle the skin on my female that's word to cee-lo she fine

I rap just to pass time mat ta fact i used to sell records for a dime,

I got the whole damn world on this shoe shit, true shit

If only he was ghetto mans maybe we would sell a bit

Take it, leave and then go sell

The twin towers fell

You need a pair of new kicks even if you need to sell bricks

Up all night with college hoes, edibles and bong hits

Will i ever sell a ticket? will i ever sign for a milli

Popping something thats forbidden and every single fifty

A king's assassination is why most often fear the hell

But you must sell a tall tale of a dell and a florist named nel