This is a song about "Ab soul"

God dam imma soul mess,

Carefree i don’t need the stress

The only soul that won’t sin

Oh-kay, here's the situation

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

Tryna cope with emotions that's overflowing my soul

Bad bitches onlybig bank roll

It's good, i'm about to steal your soul

Open up your contacts then scroll

Sold an organ, but kept my heart and soul,

Timmy got his bike stole

And i felt like a lost soul

Calling any challenger i'll kill your spirt soul

Worse than the others -- bill clinton, mr. bob dole

Take my umbrella-ella and stab-ab a crooked promoter/

Baby mothers quittin school, nigga now it's up to her