This is a song about "Alphabet soup"

Its not your fault all you know is a. b .c from the alphabet,

Then it bunny hopped off my shoulder, now my conscience dead

Leasin' a vehicle quick enough to see people that don't even exist yet

Kill a bitch extract her blood and turn that spell her name in bloody alphabet

I'm a son of gun

Go to a soup kitchen

Burnt the soup, call it asher’s broth

And i can't help but stare, cause

Instead of countin sheep, niggas countin cannibalsand that's how it is in the pen

Soup pal every night i'm fucking a new gal i go straight to bed never let them