This is a song about "Dark souls"

I'm chasing money, not the liquor, y'all ain't even close

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

After dark, one more to chalk

By any means, if ya like it or not

Best stay away when the door closed, i show up with four hoes

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

Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free

Man in the race for souls for money

Dub a.l.e., still a son of a gun

That they've sold their souls* to satan

It's usually lots of fun to see their souls plunge into the dark,

Kill everybodythey each got a city to pick to make it our part

Revealing universes and habitats unknown to the oldest of souls,

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

They don't hear the bark

Two for ten, after dark