This is a song about "Sold souls"

Boogyin' with jesus and a bunch of nazi hoes

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

Their buzz internet and mines in her net

Laying live souls on your damn death bed,

Sold sega games, his cousin sold crack

And there's no way i can pay you back

Rappin' heat, you can fall defeat if you don't pay ya tolls

But my reality is all of your inner souls

Cause the tickets all sold

Hand to hand in the cold

Because they sold their souls for power and riches,

From where gorillas territorial for inches

I see so many familiar faces, amongst these damned souls,

You chasing hoes, we replacing hoes, bag and pass them hoes

They call me grim reaper, i'm the snatcher of souls,

Wayne told me that and that's just how it goes