This is a song about "Ginger no soul"

Women at my pole

And i felt like a lost soul

Let's put it on cruise control

Yeah, let it consume our soul,

See i know when the harsh reality take it's toll

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

Its like selling the devil your soul

I dont see a touchdown, arms up field goal

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

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

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

Go and ask fenty, hating ass nigga, sweeter than a simply

Do you get brains, did you make the honor roll

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

When im dont gettin brains then i honor roll

Until the reaper comes for your soul