This is a song about "No soul"

Said "how?" "don't trip," but, yo, the trick is wrong

Another soul just dead n gone

See i know when the harsh reality take it's toll

Calling any challenger i'll kill your spirt soul

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

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

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

When people wore pajamas and lived life slow

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

That's why rappers is actors trying to dabble in clothes

I dont see a touchdown, arms up field goal

Just a lost child, now a lost soul

And that's reallife that i was aimed to belove by my family tree

Do you know me? tattered soul with no compass or identity