This is a song about "Save your soul"

There's a battle for control inside of your soul

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

Voice ain't nothing if your soul ain't equipped

We bring on horror like tales from the crypt

Lucid nightmare hunt your soul

Women at my pole

I don't toot my own horn but i'm a cold train

I see your soul threw the window pain

I came with a fucking grim reaper to take your soul

Do you get brains, did you make the honor roll

Women front, they get its cold

Your soul has already been sold.

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

Bad bitches onlybig bank roll

Kill everybodythey each got a city to pick to make it our part

Come be my heroyou can take your cape offyou dont need that to save my heart