This is a song about "Deep souls"

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

Sos, save our souls. make me boss.

I'm cool with all these broads in here but i do not date lucaya hoes

Revealing universes and habitats unknown to the oldest of souls,

But compliment her tits and then its off to hump her

My souls pressured to settle for so lesser

Kick back and know yo son set

Laying live souls on your damn death bed,

It's getting colder, shouldn't have dug so deep

She too bad to pass, so fine i'm gon' speak

Funny, right? ha-ha, this shit's jokes

Plastic hearts turn to plastic souls.

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

Best believe i'm leaving with more of those