This is a song about "Soul maye"

I came with a fucking grim reaper to take your soul

You got your nails did, damn girl you're on a roll

Keep ya head up, ooh, child, things'll get brighter

Because my soul spit like fire

I've been waiting for somebody to pick up my stroll

I'm alone with this homegrown desire inside my soul,

Make a freak whore, detour

My soul is feelin full,

Your soul has already been sold.

Women front, they get its cold

Sold an organ, but kept my heart and soul,

I dont see a touchdown, arms up field goal

Hmmm where should i begin

The only soul that won’t sin

Chevy filled up on petrol, times like this i just roll

There's a battle for control inside of your soul