This is a song about "U cant sell dope"

Something wicked this way comemore than an adversary i'm very quick

I cant sell my soul to the devil cuz i gave it to a homeless prick

And i know u cant handle this heavy lyrical load

Presidential suite and bitch, i never use my right to vote

Smoke so much in this room u cant even see/

For shootin' done to you or we're losin' money

No....u cant handle these weapons!

A rebel tho, i dont hold my lips

Of his might and will to forget the end, a beginning brand new to enjoy with some friends

And i need no goddamn #supplements u know i'm already dope with praises n' compliments,

I smoke the greenest of medicine till the government let us win

Can't find a real job,so they sell dope out of town then face extradition

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

No need to trip, you can tell em that i’m cool as hell