This is a song about "Selling souls"

You busy selling eighths to make a profit

Called that bitch my quaterback, wild cat all that

With my hand under oath, i recite these quotes

It's the rise of the reaper, collecting lost souls,

I'm cool with all these broads in here but i do not date lucaya hoes

Revealing universes and habitats unknown to the oldest of souls,

Stack up your funds like a million bucks

Drivin' my impala and selling drugs

My criteria ain't even that serious

But along only schemes they was selling us,

Every night i stroke hoes

Feed it as it consumes our souls,

My records selling out the stores now

Will somebody please show me how