This is a song about "Battle souls"

Laying live souls on your damn death bed,

Millie on my neck, thumbin through that check

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

Boogyin' with jesus and a bunch of nazi hoes

And i'm the same, on e'erything i love, or everything i love

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

Eating souls from fatalities granting me immortality,

Commitment no not really, and shawty don't be silly

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

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

Cause i got caught up in the scenewondering what would happen to this

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