This is a song about "Souls"

And i can't help but stare, cause

Sos, save our souls. make me boss.

The souls i uplifted,

Now you got me hopped up on that

Illuminati in control vigilante on patrols philanthropists running the show ruining souls/

Tryin' to be strong and in the process, keep you goini'm bout to lose my composure, i'm gettin' close

They call me grim reaper, i'm the snatcher of souls,

For all the killas and the 100 dollar hoes

My souls worth a fortune like it was shimmering gold

Righteously living, i know all my verses be cold

Souls reaped with a studded sickle

And my songs when they reach they official

I take tokes while you little niggas take notes

It's the rise of the reaper, collecting lost souls,

And all that deep shit i was previously down for

My souls pressured to settle for so lesser