This is a song about "Spartanass comming for your soul smoking my blont"

Like it's embeded into your soul

Bad bitches onlybig bank roll

18 year sentence with no parole

Lucid nightmare hunt your soul

Timmy got his bike stole

It's good, i'm about to steal your soul

See i know when the harsh reality take it's toll

And said she'd pray for my sad, twisted soul

Do you get brains, did you make the honor roll

Until the reaper comes for your soul

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

To clear my head i'm feelin low, losin control

I got my soul straight, i brush your mouth like colgate

That involve ballpark franks and silver duct tape