This is a song about "Fcuk your souls"

Best stay away when the door closed, i show up with four hoes

The mainstream is selling out, giving their bodies and souls,

I'm the best, even when i'm cynical

Souls reaped with a studded sickle

I'm cool with all these broads in here but i do not date lucaya hoes

Revealing universes and habitats unknown to the oldest of souls,

That they've sold their souls* to satan

In the morning make me bacon

Best believe i'm leaving with more of those

It's the rise of the reaper, collecting lost souls,

Tryna stay clear of my foes

Plastic hearts turn to plastic souls.

But she sure can get you high if the coke let her

Taking souls to heaven or to hell, i'm the gate keeper.

Feed it as it consumes our souls,

Shit got hectic had to come up with my hoes