This is a song about "Sell your soul for the rap game"

Timmy got his bike stole

Its like selling the devil your soul

Until the reaper comes for your soul

Give me a sign, tell me how you wanna roll

If u asked for the price for my soul its not for sell

Cash and hell rell. zeek doin' 3, he even fell, hell

You think your at the top of the rap game, well fuck heights

Black on black nikes that represent the lifeless lives

Rendered the game and now i'm waiting for your surrender/

Flow so sick thought he wrote the rap for him - no sir

Let's put it on cruise control

Sell my soul, price of coal

The rap game is mine, get down on your knees

We can make more, make babies

To this day, the game, will never be the same

The quintessential destruction of the rap game,