This is a song about "Soul"

Poke out from behind her

Because my soul spit like fire

Dc has never seen such progress

God dam imma soul mess,

You got your nails did, damn girl you're on a roll

Its like selling the devil your soul

Yeah, let it consume our soul,

It's apart of her goal

Another soul just dead n gone

I get slight work like big sean

Maxi pad, leave the beat brown like rihanna lips

Every soul matter not just statistics

Sell my soul, price of coal

Timmy got his bike stole

Open up your contacts then scroll

Lucid nightmare hunt your soul