This is a song about "Soul and prace"

Hit your block with a glock, blog that

Both, my soul and heart up in it

Her soul swashed with agony and its high tide

Indulging a meal when a toilet's in sight

That the demons are free and that they gon take my soul

But i didn't cross the line until the bridge hit it, troll

Inside of me, but the thoughts it tells me are still evil

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

And i sit alone as my soul decays

Wordplay for days, smoking haze for days

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

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

Just plain pat visions with some sick aim

My speeches come from my soul and brain,

Sold an organ, but kept my heart and soul,

So the devil that drove in her got in control