This is a song about "Burn your soul"

Can we take shots? what's your flavor? flat drinks we call a cups

Burn and know i'm all over your masters master, but hazardous,

Your touch makes me burn up inside

Can't pop fly, i get my socks tied

Your soul wondering the earth

Talking of the gods you serve

Your soul has already been sold.

I mean of course just the same old

Calling any challenger i'll kill your spirt soul

Do you get brains, did you make the honor roll

Lucid nightmare hunt your soul

Timmy got his bike stole

Give me a sign, tell me how you wanna roll

Its like selling the devil your soul

Watching cowards burn, i'm your dirty thoughts brought

Should come with me to get your salad tossed