This is a song about "Killing your soul"

Had to teach the bitch manners, now i gotta learn her

Killing with words and making your mind longer

Bad bitches onlybig bank roll

Its like selling the devil your soul

I got rhymes for days nigga i'm cold

Your soul has already been sold.

Your telling me to stop because i am killing your brain

I am not tina, buddy, do not give my window pain

Aimin' at them skin headed bitches let it rain

I see your soul threw the window pain

Lucid nightmare hunt your soul

Open up your contacts then scroll

Until the reaper comes for your soul

18 year sentence with no parole

To clear my head i'm feelin low, losin control

There's a battle for control inside of your soul