This is a song about "Sour souls"

Every nigga in this whip gotta motherfucking college degree

Eating souls from fatalities granting me immortality,

Listen to every word that i slur

They engulfing mass sour and mad powder.

Souls reaped with a studded sickle

Cause it doesn't seem really as simple

Let me go like this, ready for whatever

My souls pressured to settle for so lesser

Heavy weed smoker, get ounces for free

Man in the race for souls for money

Because now a nigga hot enough to fuck with one of satan' hoes

Revealing universes and habitats unknown to the oldest of souls,

Shit got hectic had to come up with my hoes

Feed it as it consumes our souls,