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

I came with a fucking grim reaper to take your soul

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

It's like i just hit the lottery, my god

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

I hate to rhyme a word twice, my soul was his for the taking,

Never realize the precious time that bitch niggas is wasting

See i know when the harsh reality take it's toll

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

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

I came with a fucking grim reaper to take your soul

And the life i live is hell see, i never thought i'd see

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