This is a song about "Killing your soul"

I live by the code: fuck bitches, love queen

Your going against the mean killing machine

Your soul wondering the earth

I’ve never seen my neighbors

Your soul has already been sold.

Doing time in the pen and your gram's old

There's a battle for control inside of your soul

Baby i beg to differ, bet you can polish a pole

Meetin' fuckin' hoes on the road, it's takin its toll

Ever been so scared to lose somebody that it burns your soul?

Timmy got his bike stole

Lucid nightmare hunt your soul

I came with a fucking grim reaper to take your soul

One of the coldest, the gracing on that pole

Jus stop a little bit and enjoy your latent soul

Do you get brains, did you make the honor roll