This is a song about "Sold"

Sex trafficking there goes another sold girl

Wait, i heard about you from that other nigga earl

Something wicked this way come

That they've sold their souls* to satan

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

Fearin what it show you, reality is gold

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

I need to start gettin these songs recorded and sold

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

Around my way, i'm cut throat

I was a kid when daddy sold dope

This verse may not be gold, it probably wont ever be sold, because this world is cold,

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