This is a song about "Dark souls"

And by the way i'mma start

(zing)light it up in the dark

That they've sold their souls* to satan

We stay faded, need no occasion

No bullshit, every shy bitch can get a rose

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

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

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

Watching for hollow-tip shots

Sos, save our souls. make me boss.

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

2 v's in the street, blowing trees with hoes

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

Never seen you as lyrical

Souls reaped with a studded sickle