This is a song about "Sell your soul"

You just trynna be haters

Your soul wondering the earth

Your soul has already been sold.

Can’t tell your girl so she the center fold

Like it's embeded into your soul

I dont see a touchdown, arms up field goal

The silver-lining couldn't find 'em up on any shelf

Sell his soul to devil to take away b.i.g's health

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

Paid well, like she supposed to, i'm a made man

●i dont fucking sell my soul

Let's put it on cruise control

Singing praises to the lord unto the lord with his soul ready to sell

And she ain't gay, but the only thing she like is fucking chanel

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

I rock my motherfuckin' crew like a string of razor blades/