This is a song about "Sold souls"

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

And erase my number out the phones of these fake hoes

Illuminati in control vigilante on patrols philanthropists running the show ruining souls/

Tryin' to be strong and in the process, keep you goini'm bout to lose my composure, i'm gettin' close

When they feel safe on some bitch shit

The souls i uplifted,

Because they sold their souls for power and riches,

Shitto me that shit sound delicious

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

Actually i like a broad that can bag hoes

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

But my reality is all of your inner souls

She just laughs as her life starts flashing back

Sold sega games, his cousin sold crack

Lady at the frank stand will

You sold it to the devil