This is a song about "Arabian soul"

And i don’t need a cure

My soul is feelin full,

I dont see a touchdown, arms up field goal

Gain the whole world and lose your soul

Lucid nightmare hunt your soul

18 year sentence with no parole

But for long time i had gone cold

Your soul has already been sold.

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

When im dont gettin brains then i honor roll

Bad bitches onlybig bank roll

Like it's embeded into your soul

I thought i recognized her

Because my soul spit like fire