This is a song about "Soul reaping"

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

Life is like a phone booth, these pigeons is the fuckin' toll

Infact soul train wouldn't hire you

She gonna dance when that molly through

God dam imma soul mess,

I'm hoping i confess

Do you get brains, did you make the honor roll

Sold an organ, but kept my heart and soul,

Troublesome niggahahaha, troublesome 19-motherfuckin'-96let it be known nigga

America's mirror, making it in pelican's tare, reaping the shallow, leaving the

He made me shudder no more, he forages happiness for my soul

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

Get my fill on with this grandmother named jill

Reaping the humans of leaps of good will

Open up your contacts then scroll

Lucid nightmare hunt your soul