This is a song about "The soul"

Any chick come around me, is never gon' leave me broke

On the road, soul sold and im mouldy, but know the code

For those whey no fit dey fix son

I grasp the defining soul of demon,

Open up your contacts then scroll

Its like selling the devil your soul

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

The only thing that i can see is god's forsaken my soul,

I say that keeps me going

The only soul that won’t sin

Well rick james, maury jane

I see your soul threw the window pain

The pope inside nine capsules, fuck it let's split a roll

That the demons are free and that they gon take my soul