This is a song about "Ginger no soul"

Sipping the finest liquid until we finish the dizzy

Do you know me? tattered soul with no compass or identity

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

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

He made me shudder no more, he forages happiness for my soul

Baby i beg to differ, bet you can polish a pole

Fly nigga couldn't tell me nothing different homes

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

●i dont fucking sell my soul

Let's put it on cruise control

You a retarded ginger piss me off ill fuck up your shit

I felt a tear roll down my facethat was daddy's bullet

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

Within this siloloquy of a tortured soul.

It's good, i'm about to steal your soul

Do you get brains, did you make the honor roll