This is a song about "Sold"

Didn't even care whether it's summer or blistering cold , platinum records were getting sold

Im like a devil rebel to the cocky jockey, you see me grindin mining all the gold

Sold my soul to the devil and now all dreams are achievable

Don't fuck around and make it truemy adversaries crumble

I got lights on my wrist that’ll flash like cop

Bout as hot as pot lines being sold on your block

Wait, i heard about you from that other nigga earl

Sex trafficking there goes another sold girl

All this paper i fold

Your soul has already been sold.

Away the tragedy, so i stay sucker free

I was sold and golden with victory,

You heard my hip-hop when i was 16 years old

I won't go once or twice because i'm sold