This is a song about "Dark souls 2"

Two for ten, after dark

No wonder why when times get hard

Get a little smart, want to change yo tops

You cant even handle 2 bars

The world is so typical

Souls reaped with a studded sickle

Sos, save our souls. make me boss.

Watching for hollow-tip shots

Illuminati in control vigilante on patrols philanthropists running the show ruining souls/

Tryin' to be strong and in the process, keep you goini'm bout to lose my composure, i'm gettin' close

And erase my number out the phones of these fake hoes

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

Eating souls from fatalities granting me immortality,

Popping something thats forbidden and every single fifty