This is a song about "Indigo souls"

And my songs when they reach they official

Souls reaped with a studded sickle

Whether watching for the feds or avoiding the grim reaper

Taking souls to heaven or to hell, i'm the gate keeper.

I say, how can they compare to you, everything material

I'm here to reap souls/peak through peepholes/terrorize people/

Sos, save our souls. make me boss.

Heard the sound of several gun shots

Tryin' to be strong and in the process, keep you goini'm bout to lose my composure, i'm gettin' close

Illuminati in control vigilante on patrols philanthropists running the show ruining souls/

Lets get a bit indigo here

But this real, fuck how you feel

Because now a nigga hot enough to fuck with one of satan' hoes

Y u cryin? "gimme back my back" no bitch its mine, i rap not for your souls

Actually i like a broad that can bag hoes

But my reality is all of your inner souls