This is a song about "Sellin my soul"

Kick game henry bitch, bonjour

My soul is feelin full,

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

You better clear out the way, make a way for my soul,

I'm alone with this homegrown desire inside my soul,

See i know when the harsh reality take it's toll

His blood chilling windows start drilling into my soul

But i didn't cross the line until the bridge hit it, troll

My own soul i can't find

To my unborn child

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

Meetin' fuckin' hoes on the road, it's takin its toll

Both, my soul and heart up in it

The dead society of a poet

Peabody street venturing off georgia

I'm rappin soul in my scriptures, torah,