This is a song about "Stitch on my soul"

You're gonna need a stitch

Never agree with that message

Fuck 2dopeboyz, all them niggas bitches

That's an order, and my soul is

Blow trees like a hurricane

My speeches come from my soul and brain,

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

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

Not too close cause i dont wanna be a ghost my soul on a stick burnt marshmallow roast

I've mastered the rhyme factors after effacing actors-making artist ghost

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

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

One of the coldest, the gracing on that pole

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

When im dont gettin brains then i honor roll

Sold an organ, but kept my heart and soul,