This is a song about "My soul is doomed"

Heart torn from my art form, word is bond, love born for rhyme soul,

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

Inside of me, but the thoughts it tells me are still evil

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

Soaking in my flow getting spiritual with my soul,

I'm trynna get you off like a fucking loophole

Of my soul, while ultimate goal is to usurp this this throne

The streets in need of a king, you can tell 'em i’m home

Like a condom that's scuffed up, i'm the wrong one to fuck with

Im just a lost soul tryna figure out what my mission is,

Listen to every word that i slur

Because my soul spit like fire

Nigga on a roll, my soul is fuckin empty

Highest form of respect, if you say you're not ready

I ain't superstitious i make all these broads split my pole

I'm alone with this homegrown desire inside my soul,