This is a song about "Soul and prace"

And i felt like a lost soul

18 year sentence with no parole

Wisdom is loaned to encode the mind for soul and corrode

Every morning calls his comrade to come and get him to smoke

He absolutely put his heart and soul when he spit

I call that insecure, sh-sh-shawty think she all that

And her soul flew down not up,

'til a stray bullet got his lungs struck

Please get hip to that new d.c. shit

Both, my soul and heart up in it

On the road, soul sold and im mouldy, but know the code

My bitch on the come-up while your bitch is going broke

Do you get brains, did you make the honor roll

Jus stop a little bit and enjoy your latent soul

Her soul swashed with agony and its high tide

Nigga i tranquilize a bucketful of crabs damn right