This is a song about "Dark souls"

The flow cold as a shoulder of a gold diggin hoes

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

Hopin' that my niggas see

Man in the race for souls for money

Hey, who dat, who dat? that nigga you been waiting for

My souls pressured to settle for so lesser

Laying live souls on your damn death bed,

You already know you're dead

You feel it from your head to your toes

Plastic hearts turn to plastic souls.

Ever wonder exactly where the sun goes

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