This is a song about "Sell my soal"

The instrumental, every time i'm in, i skip your lame level, when i step in my temple,

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

And chords, hordes sell in fact cheap

Mmg and that's my clique

My records sell, yes sir

They tested with stress that they under

Something wicked this way comemore than an adversary i'm very quick

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

Who made a situation from what you see it's a problem

Away to slumber in my house so i could paint 'em and sell 'em,

If my album don't sell guess i'll scream and shout

My tires align with the play, but the times out

Throwin round wallets like the dude that kid cudi hit

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

Real niggas never hate another man

Wouldn't sell my soul to the devil for summer jam,