This is a song about "Selling souls"

Baby i am professional

Souls reaped with a studded sickle

The mainstream is selling out, giving their bodies and souls,

Kicking flows, pockets about as thick as strippers on poles

Probly from selling or doing drugs

Stack up your funds like a million bucks

It's the rise of the reaper, collecting lost souls,

I take tokes while you little niggas take notes

But along only schemes they was selling us,

Pay him some attention, he's smart and he's genius

But my reality is all of your inner souls

In my room, redefinin' the meanin' of black holes