This is a song about "Are souls"

Who didn't really care to see, or give a damn if she

No use running, to collect you souls my sole goal its funny

My real estate sweet, yea ginger bread

Laying live souls on your damn death bed,

I'm cool with all these broads in here but i do not date lucaya hoes

Y u cryin? "gimme back my back" no bitch its mine, i rap not for your souls

I choose to be different cause theres a million same souls that are christian

You let it slide, i hit home-runs, clean her dugout till i’m done

Best believe i'm leaving with more of those

Plastic hearts turn to plastic souls.

Best stay away when the door closed, i show up with four hoes

I see so many familiar faces, amongst these damned souls,

I’ve seen these young folks sell their souls for fortune and fame,

Begin to make me feel like a little kid again

She still don't know i made sarah to strangle her

Taking souls to heaven or to hell, i'm the gate keeper.