This is a song about "Want to sell my soul to the devil"

Back washing to my gang, you don't wanna take a sip

Satan tried to make me sell my soul, he was no advocate

Women at my pole

●i dont fucking sell my soul

And she ain't gay, but the only thing she like is fucking chanel

Singing praises to the lord unto the lord with his soul ready to sell

Shit i bought them tracks, stupid bitch i'm broke

Used to sell dope up on the bloke

Nigga with too much to say, you might make a fool of yourself

My music is my soul, can't sell it to someone else

I said boss and i meant that; advance, you spent that

I tried to sell my soul, the devil couldn't afford it

Your bullet points so hollow they could probably pierce body armor

Melting pennies an painting copper ill sell my soul if you give the dollar

And when it seems that i'm hopeless

As my whole soul stole the halls to my lungs