This is a song about "Soul mates"

My own soul i can't find

By god, slow grind

Getting paid off our operation we ain't even doctors

And all they wanna do is be with me, even my mates girls

Kick game henry bitch, bonjour

My soul is feelin full,

I gotta bounce, i don’t call her

But my mates said i'm a loser

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

When im dont gettin brains then i honor roll

Lucid nightmare hunt your soul

Let's put it on cruise control

Type of nigga to jerk off to his own sex tape

I go to my mates and his front doors a gate