This is a song about "Soul digging"

Yeah, let it consume our soul,

I dont see a touchdown, arms up field goal

I say that the pool is closed

Your soul has already been sold.

Lucid nightmare hunt your soul

Let's put it on cruise control

Then it's back to the corner where we sell cracksome of you niggas is bustas, you running round

Instead of the hoes i was digging out, the one girl i always had a fit about

Just a lost child, now a lost soul

Bad bitches onlybig bank roll

The trailer park-dwelling, ditch-digging, late to pay the rent,

So the only guidance that i had is splattered on cement

And i felt like a lost soul

Timmy got his bike stole