This is a song about "Soul mates"

My so called mates all turned to snakes

And today we're still in chains

Open up your contacts then scroll

Lucid nightmare hunt your soul

Tryna cope with emotions that's overflowing my soul

Baby i beg to differ, bet you can polish a pole

Ya'll wife and white knight her

Because my soul spit like fire

Until the reaper comes for your soul

Do you get brains, did you make the honor roll

My brains the thing that pull it, mates be telling me to cool it

We exclusive, they be talking but they never do shit

My own soul i can't find

To my unborn child

I'm ripping the shows, hitting the dough

I'm missing the mates that i used to know.