This is a song about "Dark souls"

February cold as my heart

Two for ten, after dark

I'm love stoned from everywhere and she knows

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

I want that title but they got me fighting under card

Partakin' in the park, greenery after dark

I talk to myself in the dark

I'm so intact so i stay sharp

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

The flow cold as a shoulder of a gold diggin hoes

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

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

If you try to hang with me you should finally truly see

Eating souls from fatalities granting me immortality,