This is a song about "Are souls"

Probably die getting some head

Laying live souls on your damn death bed,

Souls sold to men that are robed in magenta,

On my way home i punched a bitch for an umbrella

The mainstream is selling out, giving their bodies and souls,

If i take an oath that mean i give up all my area code hoes

Illuminati in control vigilante on patrols philanthropists running the show ruining souls/

Tryin' to be strong and in the process, keep you goini'm bout to lose my composure, i'm gettin' close

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

Hating the picture in the mirrorthey claim we inferior

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

While you fucking with mei'm a self-made millionaire!thug livin', out of prison

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