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

It's lopsided like a aa college student trying to undertake a d1 scholar

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

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

Love reefer and love sneaker above those

We love for a while then a light goes

For my nigga i gotta fuck two hoes

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

Life is like a phone booth, these pigeons is the fuckin' toll

So, just tell me something about yourself

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

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

Ever wonder exactly where the sun goes

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

Got heat super freak rick james ya bitch, leave a stain & shit

Statistics say that niggas with no father ain't going to be shit

Put the money in boxes and sell it and still make profit,