This is a song about "Soul sell hell money hoes nigga"

Cause i'm not about to sell me soul to live life moving like license plates

When truly we're divided by our wealth, those lying snakes,

Nigga dont you run out of money nah nigga please

Put you in jimmy choo and you ain't even chinese

They talk about the flash clothes, cars, money, cash hoes,

Ever wonder exactly where the sun goes

Body doze, who ? give em karate blows

Nigga i ain't fuckin' wit no riff raff hoes

Satan tried to make me sell my soul, he was no advocate

Then i'm bustin' like an uzi when i'm thru with that shit

My music is my soul, can't sell it to someone else

But don’t worry about it girl, just be yourself

Money, cash, hoes, 420's the cleverest verse,

I should michael jordan these rappers

For my nigga i gotta fuck two hoes

With this rap shit, you know i do the fucking most