This is a song about "Fighting with soul"

Meetin' fuckin' hoes on the road, it's takin its toll

I'm alone with this homegrown desire inside my soul,

My mama smoked so god damn much

Fighting it with courage

Fighting chumps fighting like spartans

I never fit in with them light skins

I bed-rock bitchestyga iroc like camaro 87 engines

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

Don't fuck with a desperate rhymet, i'll burn you soul with an cigarette lighter.

Now nigga, look what hell madevisions of cops and sirens, niggas open fire

I've got muslims calling on jesus

Pleading with a soul in pieces

Singing praises to the lord unto the lord with his soul ready to sell

And she ain't gay, but the only thing she like is fucking chanel

Right next to the fat lady hitting high notes

So we sit like an hopeless soul with broken bones