This is a song about "Maka and soul"

But if you took a second mr. mirror, you would see

People give away their soul for it and its kind of funny

I'm hollow, my soul is simply cold, and it's lethal

I coulda swore i was driving pretty peaceful

Swallow the cinnamon, i'mma scribble this sin and shit

He absolutely put his heart and soul when he spit

When the relay starts i’m a runaway slave

And i sit alone as my soul decays

On the road, soul sold and im mouldy, but know the code

Your bitch like to suck a nigga up until she choke

And said she'd pray for my sad, twisted soul

Do you get brains, did you make the honor roll

I've been waiting for somebody to pick up my stroll

That the demons are free and that they gon take my soul

Is you a fiend now, nigga? catch a gleamed bullet

Soul maybe find gold and never hit shit.