This is a song about "Destruction of my soul"

Because my soul spit like fire

You know...you know who you are

18 year sentence with no parole

●i dont fucking sell my soul

Can reconstruct the destruction of the definition of family,

And every woman looking at you knew that you was lucky

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

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

My path of destruction leaves disaster like al pacino,

You only get one shot, do not miss your chance to blow

Soaking in my flow getting spiritual with my soul,

One of the coldest, the gracing on that pole