This is a song about "Sold up"

With an old style and a sold can that outran

Hit the pen and now no sinnin is the game plan

Dub a.l.e., still a son of a gun

That they've sold their souls* to satan

Didn't even care whether it's summer or blistering cold , platinum records were getting sold

So behold these are the bitter truths of life that will forever remain untold

I was sold and golden with victory,

But five years from now i bet she see

I need to start gettin these songs recorded and sold

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

Other words, fill ‘em up wit’ holes

Polls showing loaded segments sold like show hosts

Franky lymon the lime light gets old

Your soul has already been sold.

Wait, i heard about you from that other nigga earl

Sex trafficking there goes another sold girl