This is a song about "All of the lost bobcat keys"

It's the rise of the reaper, collecting lost souls,

2 v's in the street, blowing trees with hoes

Thats enough lost in lust of the love

Mama always told me i’d be famous

See, where i come from is hard

We hell razah's of the lost ark

Because of his decision he has lost all of that,

You can mix 'em all together you would still be twice as bad

I can't control my rage,cause i still tied with my pledge

Gotta vent, lot of innocent lives lost on the project bench

It's the rise of the reaper, collecting lost souls,

And erase my number out the phones of these fake hoes

Oh please,if hiphop opens the door to success its 'cause i got all the keys/

Two middle fingers for the police if a nigga get killed no rat no cheese

The future of the world lost in someone else’s mind,

Please take care of all my seeds, to my unborn child