This is a song about "Kia soul"

Lucid nightmare hunt your soul

Open up your contacts then scroll

Yeah, let it consume our soul,

Let's put it on cruise control

Another soul just dead n gone

'til it's like a mile long

Tryna cope with emotions that's overflowing my soul

Worse than the others -- bill clinton, mr. bob dole

My own soul i can't find

Jimmy back me, child

Raised by a momma who, who

Infact soul train wouldn't hire you

Until the reaper comes for your soul

Just stay smartkeep your mind on your bank roll

One of the coldest, the gracing on that pole

Within this siloloquy of a tortured soul.