This is a song about "Ginger have no soul"

The pope inside nine capsules, fuck it let's split a roll

The crooked path i follow, i wish upon no soul.

Your soul already gave up, it knows this a no show

Chica-go-getter from odd future, used to ride solo

If you don't give a fuck, put your hands up high

But now, i'd rather have my soul die

I have no reason to live

Bars change a nigga life

I got my wife, so fuck the ring

Something no drug will have you facing

It'll be a classic bro, u'll die in the clash but no impact will be had on ur plastic soul

I started rap when i was like 12 years old,picked up a paper, pen and started to roll,

Satan tried to make me sell my soul, he was no advocate

No benefits still a nigga never hissy fit

A place to spend my quiet nights, time to unwind

I have no eyes i have no eyes call me so blind