This is a song about "Soul and prace"

Porn star head, she gon’ suck it like a sequel

I'm hollow, my soul is simply cold, and it's lethal

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

I got that vicious flow, moncler winter coat

Just stay smartkeep your mind on your bank roll

And said she'd pray for my sad, twisted soul

Soul maybe find gold and never hit shit.

I work hard for everything i get

Separate mind body soul and represent what happened,

I do not know how that dead body got inside of my trunk

The pope inside nine capsules, fuck it let's split a roll

I'm in the realest and ill -est putting my hearth and my soul

Both, my soul and heart up in it

Foolish, i be on that new shit

Let's put it on cruise control

And i felt like a lost soul