This is a song about "Destruction of my soul"

Vision is blurring, losing myself, i hear the screams of my soul burning!

Wear out tracks, let me do my thing, i got 16, for this roscoe thing

The revolution has arrived

My own soul i can't find

I'm afraid of the destruction i'll make,

Our vision never changed, we self made

The therapist nicknamed me kid cudi, i killed my fifth buddy

Can reconstruct the destruction of the definition of family,

I smoke the greenest of medicine till the government let us win

The sound of the fire burning represents the screams of my soul burning!