This is a song about "Save your soul"

Your soul has already been sold.

This shit would leave rosetta stoned

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

I dont see a touchdown, arms up field goal

Your soul wondering the earth

But we still real brothers

Let's put it on cruise control

Lucid nightmare hunt your soul

Just stay smartkeep your mind on your bank roll

Like it's embeded into your soul

Open up your contacts then scroll

Its like selling the devil your soul

Thinkin that your luck will save you, that's just superstitious,

But i need your faith in me, i'm a sucka for love

I came with a fucking grim reaper to take your soul

I'mma punt the paper over the pussy like a field goal