This is a song about "Sell my soul"

●i dont fucking sell my soul

18 year sentence with no parole

Baby i beg to differ, bet you can polish a pole

Lookin' out for money trees, jesus christ forsake my soul,

Took the van, went snatch her

Because my soul spit like fire

Get your paper, see you later

My records sell, yes sir

Aimin' at his partner who know he up next

My music is my soul, can't sell it to someone else

Cause i'm not about to sell me soul to live life moving like license plates

Playing the simple minded that's blinded by the pearly gates,

My soul is feelin full,

Kick game henry bitch, bonjour

Open up your contacts then scroll

Sell my soul, price of coal