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

A tortured soul i used to be

While i'm making history

Until the reaper comes for your soul

Give me a sign, tell me how you wanna roll

Now hire about street schemes, and getting blood money

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

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

One of the coldest, the gracing on that pole

A dead-pan soul attributed to this kid/

Bring your pops to school today for twelve years i cheated

Their daily dose of soul food, whose that dude?

Words sharp like a jerry rice curl route

To clear my head i'm feelin low, losin control

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

How i'm brought up, then you probably feel the same

Rappers selling they soul just to get some fame.