This is a song about "Sour souls"

Man in the race for souls for money

The watch cost me 2; your bitch, free

Souls reaped with a studded sickle

Cause it doesn't seem really as simple

I see so many familiar faces, amongst these damned souls,

Rappin' heat, you can fall defeat if you don't pay ya tolls

I tell them killers they ain't figure what they fightin' for

Renown for actin foul and sour every hour

You're minds gone sour

I never hugged no corner

Smokin sweet and sour

That don’t mean i’ma stunt her

Best believe i'm leaving with more of those

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