This is a song about "Are souls"

Man in the race for souls for money

Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free

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

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

Feed it as it consumes our souls,

Best believe i'm leaving with more of those

Eating souls from fatalities granting me immortality,

Droppin jackets on the stripper and every single is fifty

I'm so over cryin, waitin and hopin playin the blame game

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

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

In my room, redefinin' the meanin' of black holes

I shoot hollows at those whose souls are hollow and keep my livin room full of brown bottles

Cause lord knows, for years i triedand all the other people on my block hate your guts

The odd niggas are beginning to spill these pink hoes

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