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

Got on my suede shoes, i'm in a great mood

Their daily dose of soul food, whose that dude?

Dear momma don't cry, your baby boy's doin good

A dead-pan soul attributed to this kid/

A demonic soul that needs to eat.

I mean eddie murphy, swang, gettin' married

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

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

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

I'd do anything for you, i just damn near sold my soul,

Do you get brains, did you make the honor roll

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

I'm trynna get you off like a fucking loophole

I came with a fucking grim reaper to take your soul