This is a song about "Im a rap reaper from hell niggas slicr you up and swallow your soul"

Jus stop a little bit and enjoy your latent soul

The pope inside nine capsules, fuck it let's split a roll

You other niggas think this shits a game, hell yahtry to dirty up my name

Wrapped in plastic the acid, erased all tracescriminal tactics the rap game

Your soul already gave up, it knows this a no show

I keep a level head, gettin high layin low

I freestyle well my written work's swell and i rap like i'm from hell

I guess i met you for a reason only time could tell, but well

Than your body decays and soul goes up in the sky

How high? nigga, higher than the kites they fly

I turtle-shell niggasin harold and bell, niggaseat you like lunch, before the bell

Okay gay go to hell they will appreciate your rap and treat you well in the hell

Hop over, run backwards, with a knap sack of green supreme hats

Glance, as a nigga take you soul and throw your lyrics in a trance