This is a song about "Soul glowing"

Bad bitches onlybig bank roll

●i dont fucking sell my soul

I want that title but they got me fighting under card

From the bushes one sees glowing passion a defiled a lark

See i know when the harsh reality take it's toll

The crooked path i follow, i wish upon no soul.

18 year sentence with no parole

Lucid nightmare hunt your soul

Within this siloloquy of a tortured soul.

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

Like it's embeded into your soul

Timmy got his bike stole

And my only fear's a wedding ring

As i transcend, my mind is glowing

To the point where you so pissed that you feel like you're fucking glowing

And i have to say that music keeps me here, by far, the main thing