This is a song about "Bad souls"

Laying live souls on your damn death bed,

If you ain’t got ‘em, then bob your head

And the discography, somethin' you got to see

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

Some kind souls come by, but then they disappear

I have your hearts as if i stabbed it with a spear

I like the way you talk ya game we mite be one and the same

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

I don't need no single

Souls reaped with a studded sickle

Eating souls from fatalities granting me immortality,

Lemme see them big titties, don't be actin' sadidy you're not pretty

Extorter of souls i'm an extortionist till the point its torturous,

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

They call me grim reaper, i'm the snatcher of souls,

Love reefer and love sneaker above those