This is a song about "Soul glowing"

Let's put it on cruise control

Lucid nightmare hunt your soul

Give me a sign, tell me how you wanna roll

It's good, i'm about to steal your soul

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

You better clear out the way, make a way for my soul,

Hair weave killer had on louie's in my mug shot

Growing glowing pot, tastes better sparked, served hot, cops know squat.

Yeah, let it consume our soul,

Open up your contacts then scroll

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

Women at my pole

Lucid nightmare hunt your soul