This is a song about "No soul"

Infact soul train wouldn't hire you

Raised by a momma who, who

Felt like i'm free from all my sins when the service was over

Death from exposure, submit your soul to torture, stuck with no closure.

It'll be a classic bro, u'll die in the clash but no impact will be had on ur plastic soul

I feel like i'm falling, yeah falling into a black hole, that's darker than black coal

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

Tryna cope with emotions that's overflowing my soul

Sell my soul, price of coal

Open up your contacts then scroll

Let's put it on cruise control

Lucid nightmare hunt your soul

We got soul but no control, like john rambo rippin' throats

And the money that my momma spent on rent and clothes

Bad bitches onlybig bank roll

It's good, i'm about to steal your soul