This is a song about "Left a soul in my past"

Sometimes i let it soak its reachin' down in my soul

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

They gon love me for my ambition

Wars inside my soul, waged deep in

Mass appeal,and this bag i hit got me alaskan chill

I left the fucking place and sat in my car and took a chill pill

I try to tell them i'm one of the

I'm rappin soul in my scriptures, torah,

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

You better clear out the way, make a way for my soul,

Soaking in my flow getting spiritual with my soul,

But i didn't cross the line until the bridge hit it, troll

Got a nigga in her face just gassed

In a place where race and class defines your past,

If we wasn't so original, then we'd be criminal

My lines are game-changing while you're left in a puddle.