This is a song about "Selling your soul"

Life is like a phone booth, these pigeons is the fuckin' toll

Calling any challenger i'll kill your spirt soul

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

I came with a fucking grim reaper to take your soul

Your man wale in his own damn lane

I see your soul threw the window pain

Voice ain't nothing if your soul ain't equipped

I ain’t saying that i’m finished

Its like selling the devil your soul

Timmy got his bike stole

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

Ever been so scared to lose somebody that it burns your soul?

Hands on the steering wheel, blush while she bail out bustingfuck em all, watch em fall screaming

Selling weed by the trees if your friends with the enemy than ya best be leaving

I was breakin' ‘em down, now i’m sellin' ‘em whole

I came with a fucking grim reaper to take your soul