This is a song about "You won t steal my soul"

Rat t-t-t-tatted up on my back

This is why her nigga mad

I ain't superstitious i make all these broads split my pole

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

A single mother with a problem child, daddy free

I’m tryna be low key to keep my self out of t

But i pray these everlasting groupies don't fuck up this love

Deep in my soul from insidious you stand out in such vividness

Paparazzi, magazines: please leave me alone

Lost soul, here i leave you, now i'm going on my own,

She vying for number one, tryna be number one

We battle 1 time and you thought you had won,

All the girls really want is fun

You always thought you won

My flow ain't to fast and t ain't to slow, just so perfect that you could never know

You are now face to face with a thorough pharaoh who be down on death row