This is a song about "Greek soul"

I love women where ambition that makes buddha

Drop bombs more then the greek legend medusa,

Because my soul spit like fire

And i ain't frontin for her

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

Bad bitches onlybig bank roll

Timmy got his bike stole

Lucid nightmare hunt your soul

Your soul has already been sold.

I mean of course just the same old

Open up your contacts then scroll

And i felt like a lost soul

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

Life is like a phone booth, these pigeons is the fuckin' toll

Within this siloloquy of a tortured soul.

Meetin' fuckin' hoes on the road, it's takin its toll