This is a song about "Spartanass comming for your soul smoking my blont"

I'mma punt the paper over the pussy like a field goal

I'd do anything for you, i just damn near sold my soul,

You better clear out the way, make a way for my soul,

See i know when the harsh reality take it's toll

It's no wonder why i go in any hood like i am knowing

My time's approaching, i don't need the money for smoking

Timmy got his bike stole

It's good, i'm about to steal your soul

Spit heat through my teeth, smoking green for the grief,

That's why i get cut like i don't fuck with the coach knees

So the devil that drove in her got in control

You better clear out the way, make a way for my soul,

And all these bitches that i hung with ain’t doing too well

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

Fuckin' voices follow me, emulatin' like twitter roll

Heart torn from my art form, word is bond, love born for rhyme soul,