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

Fuckin' voices follow me, emulatin' like twitter roll

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

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

Best believe i'm leaving with more of those

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

Making his own fucking beats, covers, videos and all that shit

And if you try to save hip-hop music you can't make mistakes,

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

Sell my soul, price of coal

This shit has got my soul

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

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

Outsold the sell outs, freak the hell out

The game's got cancer, i radiate the crowd

They ain't say that then they wouldn't be haters

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