This is a song about "Ginger no soul"

Bad bitches onlybig bank roll

And i felt like a lost soul

Your soul has already been sold.

Doing time in the pen and your gram's old

So the devil that drove in her got in control

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

Said "how?" "don't trip," but, yo, the trick is wrong

Another soul just dead n gone

And a nose full of chowder, he's choppin' up all the doubters see

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

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

That they probably be in the closet of old folks

Death from exposure, submit your soul to torture, stuck with no closure.

Never will you survive if you ever rhyme for a poser