This is a song about "Bad souls"

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

So while you worry about the hoes

Man in the race for souls for money

Shit with our whole family

You chasing hoes, we replacing hoes, bag and pass them hoes

But my reality is all of your inner souls

Like a condom that's scuffed up, i'm the wrong one to fuck with

Wait a second..the souls still have fear,every hearse reverses.

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

And i got a foot fetish, so i probably have sex with your toes

Fans catch us on animal planet, tracking hoes

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

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

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