This is a song about "Indigo souls"

Standing on a plateau smoking indigo

Black 3 cement, sag jean sitting - low

Almost lost my life to the industry

Man in the race for souls for money

Actually i like a broad that can bag hoes

But my reality is all of your inner souls

Sorta like drano...you know how the game goes

It's the rise of the reaper, collecting lost souls,

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/

If i take an oath that mean i give up all my area code hoes

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

The souls i uplifted,

I was on my sway shit

That's why i beat them senseless, leaving their pigment indigo,

Rappers was bullshitting, fuck it i ain't hating though