This is a song about "Sold soul"

I'm kobe in an orange jersey

I was sold and golden with victory,

Seven years old in my heart, so i'm stayin' gold

No money, little bit of chance, skill, and i was out sold,

Women at my pole

Lucid nightmare hunt your soul

I don't know why the industry wanna keep me a secret

I sold my body, soul, mind and everything to this rap shit.

Let's keep it g, nobody see you when you being humble

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

Climbing up the pole, jack and the beanstalk, bitch it's gold

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

Accidents happen when i got the mac in hand

I sold my soul to the devil with my brain attached

You sold it to the devil

Yes bitch, that's a presidential