This is a song about "Kia soul"

Until the reaper comes for your soul

I dont see a touchdown, arms up field goal

Infact soul train wouldn't hire you

I gotta tell you that my love is true

I'mma punt the paper over the pussy like a field goal

I'd do anything for you, i just damn near sold my soul,

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

Within this siloloquy of a tortured soul.

This is to my unborn child

My own soul i can't find

Tryna cope with emotions that's overflowing my soul

See i know when the harsh reality take it's toll

Your soul has already been sold.

And copy what's hot until that goes cold

I was breakin' ‘em down, now i’m sellin' ‘em whole

I'm alone with this homegrown desire inside my soul,