This is a song about "Fighting with soul"

It ain't with me you're fighting with but my verbal skill's shadow,

Never tell em bend over i just make em’ take a bow

That's your soul along with your principles and your morals

My newest motto to use a condom with newest models

Reach for the door, get your access denied

Her soul swashed with agony and its high tide

Make your bitches' therapist ask for dental records

Think they tight, with their fancy clothes and fighting words

I bed-rock bitchestyga iroc like camaro 87 engines

Separate your body and soul and schedule you a time with the heavens

I came with a fucking grim reaper to take your soul

I was breakin' ‘em down, now i’m sellin' ‘em whole