This is a song about "Selling my soul"

Make a freak whore, detour

My soul is feelin full,

That's an order, and my soul is

But i don't got the steak for y'all dishes

The pope inside nine capsules, fuck it let's split a roll

His blood chilling windows start drilling into my soul

Just stay smartkeep your mind on your bank roll

I'd take a bullet an i'd even sell my soul,

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

Sometimes i let it soak its reachin' down in my soul

Fine young man with an old man mind

My own soul i can't find

Its like selling the devil your soul

18 year sentence with no parole

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

Worse than the others -- bill clinton, mr. bob dole