This is a song about "Soul mates"

Women at my pole

Lucid nightmare hunt your soul

I go to my mates and his front doors a gate

Left my uncle in prison for 15 years no one paid

I would ask who's frank she would say one of my new crew mates with a new face

Me and my family, my friends, nigga we ride for you always

Because my soul spit like fire

Took the van, went snatch her

Perfection doesn't exist if it doesn't consume her and the truth hurts

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

Timmy got his bike stole

Just a lost child, now a lost soul

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

When im dont gettin brains then i honor roll

Got campaign going so strong

Another soul just dead n gone