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

Paid well, like she supposed to, i'm a made man

Wouldn't sell my soul to the devil for summer jam,

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

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

So now smoking your ass out will make my day

I do it my way, mofuck' what ya'll say

Fuckin' voices follow me, emulatin' like twitter roll

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

Do you get brains, did you make the honor roll

And said she'd pray for my sad, twisted soul

Only thing omitted is a baby or a wedding ring

I hate to rhyme a word twice, my soul was his for the taking,

If your a rapper why you look like a back up dancer for soul train

Don't even know the rules but yet y'all tryin' to play the game

When im dont gettin brains then i honor roll

Like it's embeded into your soul