This is a song about "Sell a satsuma"

My records sell, yes sir

Took the van, went snatch her

All because i heard that he was talkin' to danielle

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

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

Sell my soul, price of coal

Women at my pole

Hoping you well, i know it's hell

I killed more time, more crack to sell

Had a poor man swag now it’s priced right

Sell out a show and grow from the hype.

Chevy filled up on petrol, times like this i just roll

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

Don't call it a comeback, i been here for years

Sell you to the rich for cheaper than a pair scissors,