This is a song about "Sold up"

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

And they say i'm over heads cuz they don't understand... that

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

Where i from, it get cold

Cause the tickets all sold

So i went out, sold that crack

The third one is mixed, white and black

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

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

Feel the size of a phyllis hyman note

I was a kid when daddy sold dope

Bout as hot as pot lines being sold on your block

I'd rather not live like there isn't a god