This is a song about "Sell drug to support my folks"

And put together a million march for some gangsta shit

Satan tried to make me sell my soul, he was no advocate

De la soul is from the soul

Sell my soul, price of coal

I ain't joke nigga, run back to yo folks nigga,

To liberate yourselves, africa

Shes addicted to me, like im her drug

Then to be in my face asking for a rose cup

Look at my folks, we're all jokes,

But keep on your clothes

But some folks struggle to be seen, the freedom of gays

And hot dayscocking my heat shooting it sideways

They had my back like support on the chair i kick.

Didn't know her but i'm confirming that she sure gurgled dick

To do this was my decision cuz i have this vision that one day my raps will

My rhymes may be sentimental but to get this far i had to sell my soul to the devil.