This is a song about "Finding your soul"

You passed out, bitch you ain't even listening

But your heart and your soul you shouldn't be dismissing

I came with a fucking grim reaper to take your soul

But i didn't cross the line until the bridge hit it, troll

Cuz they all broken, why do ghetto birds die

Than your body decays and soul goes up in the sky

I dont see a touchdown, arms up field goal

Like it's embeded into your soul

Where i from, it get cold

Your soul has already been sold.

My name hold weight and you don't really keep the bar raised

In your nightmares i am the one watching your soul being drained

And this world's mine, but the womb is hers

Our controllers got your soul with foreclosures

If finding somebody real is your fucking problem

Cause i hella copped em so i could be way flyer than all them