This is a song about "Sold out"

I'm mental, it's instrumental

You sold it to the devil

So the ones eye has freak don't run

That they've sold their souls* to satan

Sorta like drano...you know how the game goes

Polls showing loaded segments sold like show hosts

Don't violate my patience i'm waiting, to kill a man

With an old style and a sold can that outran

While his fiends for cream well exceeded the dream she once lived for

About how you sold out to the norm like a whore on the jersey shore

Best stay away when the door closed, i show up with four hoes

But how you gonna talk shit when all i have is sold out shows

Shit don't stopcuz i can make that ass drop

Bout as hot as pot lines being sold on your block

You just a struggling writer that never sold

I ain't tricking but they see you as a pot of gold