This is a song about "Sell my soul"

I'm rappin soul in my scriptures, torah,

I ain't gotta tell you they know about me, huh

Timmy got his bike stole

●i dont fucking sell my soul

Hustlin in our hoods , slanging nothing but the goods / street to street you will

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

My records sell, yes sir

Wale, spitta, 9th wonder

Bitch i'm in the fucking mall, with my niggas eating ham

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

Life is like a phone booth, these pigeons is the fuckin' toll

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

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

Thats my surroundings in compton, have common sense

Sell my soul, price of coal

Let's put it on cruise control