This is a song about "Sold name"

I had a long day and i really wanna fuck

You say you trappin and you never even sold a drug,

Make shit we can relate to maybe then your cds will get sold

I remember when i used to bust a mack with my eyes closed

You're like the sun and winter, my pot of gold

I was convinced that rap was the shit, and i was sold/

You sold it to the devil

Never wrong at any level

I was a kid when daddy sold dope

We running that show all around the globe

Bout as hot as pot lines being sold on your block

I'm a fucking walking paradox, no i'm not

But it ain't hard to tell,his soul is already sold

Paparazzi in the trees, please curtains closed