This is a song about "Lost boys of sudan"

Retarded bitches, making lists of boys like christmas,

Are you afraid of a thug? and have you ever made love

Because of his decision he has lost all of that,

Keep talking, get you snatched for that scratch, clapped with the mac

For all the killas and the 100 dollar hoes

It's the rise of the reaper, collecting lost souls,

That's where i hound your wife, she see the 4 pounds of ice

Lost the glimmer of light that was always present in my eyes.

While she blame mesecrets in tha dark

We hell razah's of the lost ark

Lost arrowheads of a lost society,

I'm a g, and this is something you can't see

It's the rise of the reaper, collecting lost souls,

Rappin' heat, you can fall defeat if you don't pay ya tolls

Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free

You should of lost a lot of that weighty