This is a song about "Dark souls"

I love the way you walk

After dark, one more to chalk

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

And erase my number out the phones of these fake hoes

The souls i uplifted,

Or who did, cause i did

Shot in the dark, shot in the dark

No wonder why when times get hard

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

Right next to the fat lady hitting high notes

Two for ten, after dark

February cold as my heart

Feed it as it consumes our souls,

Fuck niggas we dont fuck with those

Because now a nigga hot enough to fuck with one of satan' hoes

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