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

I got a lot on my mind

My own soul i can't find

Baby i beg to differ, bet you can polish a pole

So i look for a little bit of gold, while tryin to spare my own soul,

But i didn't cross the line until the bridge hit it, troll

Within this siloloquy of a tortured soul.

The quintessential destruction of the rap game,

Bitches choosing their excuses: my new car’s to blame

My soul is feelin full,

And i don’t need a cure

Used to nun-chuck em, now i got to donatello bow

My path of destruction leaves disaster like al pacino,