This is a song about "Killing your soul"

Fed her acid now the duct tape quacks back at her

Killing with words and making your mind longer

Your soul wondering the earth

I’ve never seen my neighbors

Our controllers got your soul with foreclosures

Said that they tried to give him like a hundred years

Until the reaper comes for your soul

You got your nails did, damn girl you're on a roll

Give me a sign, tell me how you wanna roll

I came with a fucking grim reaper to take your soul

Women front, they get its cold

Your soul has already been sold.

Fuckin' voices follow me, emulatin' like twitter roll

There's a battle for control inside of your soul

Nah, that's just cancer killing off your career

Here's your nigga, come hear this year