This is a song about "Black souls"

Black as black like the blacktop/

And i don't make no bed rock

I take tokes while you little niggas take notes

But my reality is all of your inner souls

If you try to hang with me you should finally truly see

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

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

The odd niggas are beginning to spill these pink hoes

Top dropped down, black on black

And daddy's in the cadillac

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

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

Don’t wanna have me then somebody will

Some kind souls come by, but then they disappear