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

Will somebody please show me how

My records selling out the stores now

To speak from my soul when i paint this visual.

Verizon dissed me too cause i was too political

I got bars u lil niggas sell ring

I swear to satan i'm saying

Unless your 'skin's winning, then i do it just to fucking boast

The devil took my soul , the minute the smoke began to unfold.

Said fifty for a song, and they won’t leave me alone

Of my soul, while ultimate goal is to usurp this this throne

They wanna jack me like some kind of crackfiendi wonder if he knows that my income

Selling coke to the fiends stuck in my raw ways,eyes always red in the days from

I ain't superstitious i make all these broads split my pole

So i look for a little bit of gold, while tryin to spare my own soul,

You say the art's dying, nah brother buy an album, the plan

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