This is a song about "Sell my soul"

All you fucking bloggin' faggots yappin' up that extra shit

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

Keep ya head up, ooh, child, things'll get brighter

Because my soul spit like fire

Soaking in my flow getting spiritual with my soul,

One of the coldest, the gracing on that pole

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

You got your nails did, damn girl you're on a roll

●i dont fucking sell my soul

Timmy got his bike stole

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

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

Me lay down tracks. so take a step back and look in the mirror then maybe you will

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

I tried to sell my soul, the devil couldn't afford it

Fuck a label on my jacket, screw you like a ratchet