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

I could give a fuck as long as there’s something that’s behind of her

Melting pennies an painting copper ill sell my soul if you give the dollar

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

Meetin' fuckin' hoes on the road, it's takin its toll

I cant sell my soul to the devil cuz i gave it to a homeless prick

Shakin' like it's parkinsons from the clitoris of kelly clarkson's dick

●i dont fucking sell my soul

Let's put it on cruise control

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

Give me a sign, tell me how you wanna roll

Just make your way into this beautiful bouquet of razor blades/

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

Nigga dont you run out of money nah nigga please

Is it the money or my marriage or media peace

Lookin' out for money trees, jesus christ forsake my soul,

Worse than the others -- bill clinton, mr. bob dole