This is a song about "Death taking souls"

That fucking tornado. whatever the problem, death or hell. i'm not taking shit

Still standin' and in love with my prideheard frivolous beats, we past that

Sos, save our souls. make me boss.

More props. r.i.p., my poor pops

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

Heneesee, makes me think my enemy is getting close

Cause every girl i deal and fuck, it's always against her will

I'm here to reap souls/peak through peepholes/terrorize people/

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

Revealing universes and habitats unknown to the oldest of souls,

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

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

12. anally raping, virginity taking,

I summed it up in a verse my kelly rowland's waiting