This is a song about "Death taking souls"

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

Plastic hearts turn to plastic souls.

Big money, i’m talking bad hoes

In the face of adversity, i prepared a verse to see

Eating souls from fatalities granting me immortality,

I shed so many tears

That's all u need is death

Spending her time with him i guess

What you getting is death

This that new, from the city, you ain’t heard yet

Laying live souls on your damn death bed,

You chasing hoes, we replacing hoes, bag and pass them hoes

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

Right next to the fat lady hitting high notes

But my reality is all of your inner souls