This is a song about "Fcuk your souls"

Well, i can handle that

The souls i uplifted,

Best believe i'm leaving with more of those

Feed it as it consumes our souls,

And i ain't worried bout a damn thang, with unconditional love

Extorter of souls i'm an extortionist till the point its torturous,

They call me grim reaper, i'm the snatcher of souls,

Boogyin' with jesus and a bunch of nazi hoes

Sos, save our souls. make me boss.

I like bitches in air maxes without socks

In the face of adversity, i prepared a verse to see

No use running, to collect you souls my sole goal its funny

That they've sold their souls* to satan

My talent should take me places i've never been

Every visit to neimans, i swear don't even see a tag

Your metaphors lack, so for shook souls i etch-a-sketch they score back