This is a song about "Dark souls"

Right next to the fat lady hitting high notes

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

The souls i uplifted,

You be on that stalker shit

And last but not least please don't tell no one

That they've sold their souls* to satan

But more than not, and with prolly a whole lot less than the start

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

So, suicide i perceive, before i slide on that ring

Bruce wayne i'm the dark knight on a dark night, grasping,

Had to get my utmost feeted sleep cause

Sos, save our souls. make me boss.

My souls pressured to settle for so lesser

Boy got dollars, pounds or whatever

Hope all over again, we can start

(zing)light it up in the dark