This is a song about "Mended souls"

Love reefer and love sneaker above those

Feed it as it consumes our souls,

Man in the race for souls for money

Yes, i'm sure we could all agree

Kinda pop tart, when i bite into them red

Laying live souls on your damn death bed,

When they here today what you say to them

That they've sold their souls* to satan

And erase my number out the phones of these fake hoes

I see so many familiar faces, amongst these damned souls,

But my reality is all of your inner souls

At the same damn time, gettin' hit on by a couple hoes

I'm out bk with these fast girls and all my cash good i miss slow bucks

Extorter of souls i'm an extortionist till the point its torturous,