This is a song about "Bad souls"

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

2 v's in the street, blowing trees with hoes

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

It's hot down there, fuck that, bitch i'm hot as coals

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

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

I would speed chase but nothing is in the clear

Some kind souls come by, but then they disappear

It's like we both forgot what we were fighting for

My souls pressured to settle for so lesser

Ain't no point in runnin', i'm a nigga, just a little eager

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

Plastic hearts turn to plastic souls.

Standing flat footed, i’m on my toes