This is a song about "Greek soul"

Yeah, let it consume our soul,

It's apart of her goal

God dam imma soul mess,

I'm hoping i confess

You on my mind

My own soul i can't find

Greek, maybe i shouldn't have said

The lights may flicker, your face feels red

I've been waiting for somebody to pick up my stroll

Lookin' out for money trees, jesus christ forsake my soul,

Bad bitches onlybig bank roll

Until the reaper comes for your soul

Like it's embeded into your soul

18 year sentence with no parole

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

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