This is a song about "Death taking souls"

But my reality is all of your inner souls

I take tokes while you little niggas take notes

Lady at the frank stand will

Souls reaped with a studded sickle

Kicking flows, pockets about as thick as strippers on poles

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

That they've sold their souls* to satan

I don't care what it did to them

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

With my hand under oath, i recite these quotes

Sos, save our souls. make me boss.

A hell of motherfucking road blocks

Standing flat footed, i’m on my toes

Feed it as it consumes our souls,