This is a song about "Dark souls 2"

No bullshit, every shy bitch can get a rose

They call me grim reaper, i'm the snatcher of souls,

For all the killas and the 100 dollar hoes

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

The mainstream is selling out, giving their bodies and souls,

Best stay away when the door closed, i show up with four hoes

Hoes blow for me, i maestro, shit

The souls i uplifted,

Laying live souls on your damn death bed,

Cutting me this worthless check

Eating souls from fatalities granting me immortality,

Droppin jackets on the stripper and every single is fifty

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

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