to all my jiggy niggas yea to all my jiggy niggas yea I might have lost my soul sold it to the devil can't get it back cause i wrestled with my vessel it's a long story filled with plot holes gory details I can't tell cause copyright will bury me in infringement well fuck it so I was in my hotel room looking at the ceiling spiralling trying to get the revealing but I couldn't shake the feeling that I might die one gun to my chest, my heart pumping with the same shit that killed Billy mccullen.