This is a song about "Ginger have no soul"

I have no killer degree, cause

Trying to move foward, though it never stops

Throwin round wallets like the dude that kid cudi hit

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

A coward dies a thousand deaths

Nonetheless i have no regrets,

I hope we see the light before it's ruined, my ghetto gospel

Cause i have the soul of a god and the body of a mortal

We got soul but no control, like john rambo rippin' throats

But i got cousins overseas that come to me for better clothes

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

When im dont gettin brains then i honor roll

And you certainly have no chemistry,

Busta-ass motherfuckers tried to flee