This is a song about "Blade and soul"

That's an order, and my soul is

Watch me fuck all these bitches

Rozay told me break a leg no wonder why i care again

Blade in her hand and a note on the side as she count to ten,

We never tattle, let god handle that

Both, my soul and heart up in it

Take you and your friends to blade and tools

For every black thought, i thought i caught roots

Then it bunny hopped off my shoulder, now my conscience dead

Picked the blade back up and put it on the side of my neck.

I wanna die and watch my dark soul fade, leaving the kitchen blade, on the counter,

Jealousy inside, make'em wish i diedoh my lord, tell me what i'm livin' for

Life is like a phone booth, these pigeons is the fuckin' toll

I'm in the realest and ill -est putting my hearth and my soul

You got your nails did, damn girl you're on a roll

Sold an organ, but kept my heart and soul,