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

I'mma punt the paper over the pussy like a field goal

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

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

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

There's a battle for control inside of your soul

But i didn't cross the line until the bridge hit it, troll

Their daily dose of soul food, whose that dude?

Words sharp like a jerry rice curl route

So the devil that drove in her got in control

Sometimes i let it soak its reachin' down in my soul

A demonic soul that needs to eat.

I said i got my ass beat

You got ben's arranged money, have a benz or range money

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

Then i'm bustin' like an uzi when i'm thru with that shit

Remember a soul never wants to be ended/