This is a song about "Sold up"

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

So i could find my rainbow, my pot of gold

Can't win with a passive attack

So i went out, sold that crack

Sold sega games, his cousin sold crack

Sick of hard times so i tell em to fall back

You just a struggling writer that never sold

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

Your soul has already been sold.

But for long time i had gone cold

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

I was sold and golden with victory,

Paralyzed to the feeling, all the hate i see

Some kill for millions, i sold my soul for pennies son!

Wonder how shit like the qu'ran and the bible was written