This is a song about "Dark souls 2"

The odd niggas are beginning to spill these pink hoes

But my reality is all of your inner souls

Rappin' heat, you can fall defeat if you don't pay ya tolls

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

You cant even handle 2 bars

When bret hart meet brett farve

Shot in the dark, shot in the dark

Like damn mama the reason i work hard

And my songs when they reach they official

Souls reaped with a studded sickle

Right next to the fat lady hitting high notes

Feed it as it consumes our souls,

Queen wit a crown that be down for whatever

My souls pressured to settle for so lesser