This is a song about "Souls and death"

Some people have it worse than me, and face certain death,

But i can't keep you baby girl i'mma confess

Revealing universes and habitats unknown to the oldest of souls,

I'm cool with all these broads in here but i do not date lucaya hoes

Ain't better, you better rebel, smell cheddar and shells

It lets u think and rest, never at the brink of death

Because they sold their souls for power and riches,

That's food for thought you muthafuckas can do the dishes

So i through my souls into fl, and then i click to export it

I am sick of women treatin' niggas like that lotto ticket

The mainstream is selling out, giving their bodies and souls,

And yeah we up in stadium, quarterbacking hoes

Nearly broke the guys fuckin arm and got kicked nearly to death

When i die tell them to turn my coffin to stretch benz