This is a song about "No soul"

He made me shudder no more, he forages happiness for my soul

Baby i beg to differ, bet you can polish a pole

Like it's embeded into your soul

Timmy got his bike stole

Ain’t nobody here leading, it’s way too easy to follow

There's no soul, i feel like all of this rap is hollow,

And ya section know when any day tecs could blow

Your soul already gave up, it knows this a no show

Women at my pole

Lucid nightmare hunt your soul

Worse than the others -- bill clinton, mr. bob dole

Within this siloloquy of a tortured soul.

It's apart of her goal

Lucid nightmare hunt your soul