This is a song about "Sold souls"

The mainstream is selling out, giving their bodies and souls,

Fans catch us on animal planet, tracking hoes

Souls reaped with a studded sickle

I don't need no single

Wait, i heard about you from that other nigga earl

Sex trafficking there goes another sold girl

Give us this day, our daily bread

Laying live souls on your damn death bed,

I'm chasing money, not the liquor, y'all ain't even close

But my reality is all of your inner souls

Plastic hearts turn to plastic souls.

Every night i stroke hoes

Souls sold to men that are robed in magenta,

Is never that's equivalent to me and sarah

Fearin what it show you, reality is gold

You just a struggling writer that never sold