This is a song about "Selling souls"

Your bitch is a hood bitch you can find up in these streets

You rap about selling weed and money schemes

But my reality is all of your inner souls

Heneesee, makes me think my enemy is getting close

My records selling out the stores now

Will somebody please show me how

To make karma come faster than she normally will

By seventeen selling more then i could handle

Funny, right? ha-ha, this shit's jokes

Feed it as it consumes our souls,

They call me grim reaper, i'm the snatcher of souls,

That they probably be in the closet of old folks

Double m-g not to mention we got that

You busy selling eighths to make a profit