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

Bitch don´t fuck with me, i´ll murder you that´s for free.

Double mg pays me, fuck with me, you crazy

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

My success'll be the death of youlo and behold you sold your soul

I treat arnette like a net when i stop and shoot

Their daily dose of soul food, whose that dude?

I was breakin' ‘em down, now i’m sellin' ‘em whole

You better clear out the way, make a way for my soul,

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

Until the reaper comes for your soul

Everybody judging off a single i ain't even pick

I cant sell my soul to the devil cuz i gave it to a homeless prick

Chevy filled up on petrol, times like this i just roll

I came with a fucking grim reaper to take your soul