This is a song about "Dark souls 2"

Track 13.) 2 cups freestyle (2 cups)

Smoke until i ain't got no lungs

And yeah we up in stadium, quarterbacking hoes

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

Kicking flows, pockets about as thick as strippers on poles

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

Or shift keys or it i placement cause

Sos, save our souls. make me boss.

Feed it as it consumes our souls,

Man i swear she's bad and she knows

Man in the race for souls for money

You can never tell me that i'm not hungry

I see so many familiar faces, amongst these damned souls,

In my room, redefinin' the meanin' of black holes

Eating souls from fatalities granting me immortality,

Tired of making money, i'm on to making history