This is a song about "Indigo souls"

Psycho, maestro, orchestrate the life with the right flow

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

Tmott pa palace flow, hugo boss new balance flow

Standing on a plateau smoking indigo

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

2 v's in the street, blowing trees with hoes

With a honey in the middle

Souls reaped with a studded sickle

In the face of adversity, i prepared a verse to see

No use running, to collect you souls my sole goal its funny

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

Actually i like a broad that can bag hoes