This is a song about "Sold"

I won't go once or twice because i'm sold

Paparazzi in the trees, please curtains closed

Cause the tickets all sold

This shit would leave rosetta stoned

Now my watch fruity colors like trix in a box

Hang here cuz people's previously sold rocks?

Real slow yea i'll make you feel special

You sold it to the devil

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

Turn it upside down and open your legs if you're real cold

Girl your body lookin’ like a fuckin’ pot of gold

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

She keep her eyes open and her fucking mouth closed

You just a struggling writer that never sold