This is a song about "Soul sell fuck you kill weed hos geting fucked up"

If u asked for the price for my soul its not for sell

Tap my partner roscoe like bruh, i'm drunk as hell can't you tell

Your getting fucked enough, wit those weak words you throw up,

So when i rape a bitch i hold her down and get my best nut

I guess that i fucked up, we didn't fuck but

Fuck that shit, i don't give a fuck

Cause i'll fuck around and kill you

She gonna dance when that molly through

Man im fucked up what the fuck have i just said

Your friends say, why we not together yet

I'd take a bullet an i'd even sell my soul,

When im dont gettin brains then i honor roll

They say this media changed, these verses gettin strange

The pain of knowing you fucked up, but you may never change

Im a fucked up filipino with a fuck ton of issues/

I'ma try to rhyme and get through, i'm documenting the truth