This is a song about "Destruction of my soul"

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

Do you think i'm out of my mind with this tape

●i dont fucking sell my soul

Women at my pole

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

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

Of my soul, while ultimate goal is to usurp this this throne

The streets in need of a king, you can tell 'em i’m home

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

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

Lay back and watch my minions rip thru your soul with the force of an alligator

I could give a fuck as long as there’s something that’s behind of her

Your stupid i'm through with your views, slowly stewing you fools, like a casserole

And i was set loose amidst a swirling tornado of emotions inside my own soul,