This is a song about "Soul shielded"

You better clear out the way, make a way for my soul,

So the devil that drove in her got in control

And i felt like a lost soul

Let's put it on cruise control

Bad bitches onlybig bank roll

Lucid nightmare hunt your soul

Within this siloloquy of a tortured soul.

The pope inside nine capsules, fuck it let's split a roll

Times in this crime land, my thug nation

The only soul that won’t sin

Make a freak whore, detour

My soul is feelin full,

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

Tryna cope with emotions that's overflowing my soul

I'm trynna get you off like a fucking loophole

Lookin' out for money trees, jesus christ forsake my soul,