This is a song about "Killing your soul"

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

Calling any challenger i'll kill your spirt soul

They calling me the hottest in the game

I see your soul threw the window pain

I came with a fucking grim reaper to take your soul

The pope inside nine capsules, fuck it let's split a roll

I’m here forever, these other niggas scribble in pencil

Killing instrumentals, sick your mental, infinite potential,

Just stay smartkeep your mind on your bank roll

It's good, i'm about to steal your soul

D.c. about to blow, we know cause we the guillotine

Your going against the mean killing machine

Period gonei'm off the hook like cordless phonesmy identity so right

Bang bang pucker pucker killing people like flies gotta survive; soul suicide

And getting money is the song i sing

Your such a prick your family tree needs killing,