This is a song about "I won t bow down to baphomet a lot dude s soul they soul for richest fame"

Wisdom is loaned to encode the mind for soul and corrode

Then time rode, shawty trappin', plus she get it showed

Start the applause, a rebel soul lifted

A dead-pan soul attributed to this kid/

Complete control, its a toll for my soul. devour me whole

Cause with your hand in my hand and a pocket full of soul

When i write rhymes i go blind and let the lord do his thing

I hate to rhyme a word twice, my soul was his for the taking,

So i look for a little bit of gold, while tryin to spare my own soul,

I ain't superstitious i make all these broads split my pole

Hard as a motherfucker, tell em i was ham

Wouldn't sell my soul to the devil for summer jam,

Curse this verse its taking a toll for you soul, complete control

Except it ain't via the nose it's from deep in my soul

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

There's a battle for control inside of your soul