This is a song about "Sold souls"

Ever wonder exactly where the sun goes

Feed it as it consumes our souls,

And erase my number out the phones of these fake hoes

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

Souls sold to men that are robed in magenta,

On my way home i punched a bitch for an umbrella

Because they sold their souls for power and riches,

Tell me who's as rad as us and the answer was

Revealing universes and habitats unknown to the oldest of souls,

I'm cool with all these broads in here but i do not date lucaya hoes

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

Best believe i'm leaving with more of those

Women front, they get its cold

Cause the tickets all sold

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

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