This is a song about "Cant trust a soul"

I cant trust nobody on this earth but god

Hi my name is bob and i work at my job

It's like she got a kick out of tryna break his soul

Fuckin' voices follow me, emulatin' like twitter roll

To clear my head i'm feelin low, losin control

I'd take a bullet an i'd even sell my soul,

Young and dumb, or even old and stupid

A dead-pan soul attributed to this kid/

I trust no man, you cant win but u aint joining me

Got me shooting at a ghostsome call me crazy

The pope inside nine capsules, fuck it let's split a roll

You better clear out the way, make a way for my soul,

There's a battle for control inside of your soul

Baby i beg to differ, bet you can polish a pole

I've been waiting for somebody to pick up my stroll

I came with a fucking grim reaper to take your soul