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

Step out on the block all the bitches they still in shock

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

Complete control, its a toll for my soul. devour me whole

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

At home they comparin this situation to nam

Wouldn't sell my soul to the devil for summer jam,

I came with a fucking grim reaper to take your soul

Give me a sign, tell me how you wanna roll

Do you get brains, did you make the honor roll

I came with a fucking grim reaper to take your soul

Keep your mouth locked, screwed and glued

Their daily dose of soul food, whose that dude?

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

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