This is a song about "Mended souls"

Taking souls to heaven or to hell, i'm the gate keeper.

While his fiends for cream well exceeded the dream she once lived for

And i got a foot fetish, so i probably have sex with your toes

Revealing universes and habitats unknown to the oldest of souls,

If you try to hang with me you should finally truly see

No use running, to collect you souls my sole goal its funny

And i'm the only fucking rapper without a chain

I’ve seen these young folks sell their souls for fortune and fame,

Now we sentimental souls were severed, never could go together

An understatement said that k. lamar was under pressure

Tryin' to be strong and in the process, keep you goini'm bout to lose my composure, i'm gettin' close

Illuminati in control vigilante on patrols philanthropists running the show ruining souls/