This is a song about "Selling my soul to satan"

Do you get brains, did you make the honor roll

Its like selling the devil your soul

The day has come, dipset remains the ones

As my whole soul stole the halls to my lungs

Rack city, rack city she need a shovel

To speak from my soul when i paint this visual.

I'm so dapper man, funky fresh dapper dan

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

Sensing sensations similar to satan/

And you call this shit rape but i think that rape's fun

Listening to me is like worshiping satan,

Put them out randomly hopin' that i get some

Latin and asians, black, caucasian

That they've sold their souls* to satan

It's cause of you, see, you let him do that

You busy selling eighths to make a profit