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

So high i’m on the ceiling baby

A tortured soul i used to be

Wisdom is loaned to encode the mind for soul and corrode

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

Until the reaper comes for your soul

When im dont gettin brains then i honor roll

A demonic soul that needs to eat.

I can always go home and look down my street

Do you get brains, did you make the honor roll

I came with a fucking grim reaper to take your soul

You know who him, slim, before mims i been hot

.4’s for 15, yea my niggas we be taxing a lot

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

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

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

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