This is a song about "Ginger no soul"

Just a lost child, now a lost soul

It's apart of her goal

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

Calling any challenger i'll kill your spirt soul

Infact soul train wouldn't hire you

Why we gotta argue

Until the reaper comes for your soul

Do you get brains, did you make the honor roll

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

That's why rappers is actors trying to dabble in clothes

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

Had it with you avid trolls / if you pop up like were gamin' im playin' whack a mole

Eyes wide, ears open like you on a doctor's visit

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

You got your nails did, damn girl you're on a roll

Like it's embeded into your soul