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

Give me a sign, tell me how you wanna roll

Until the reaper comes for your soul

I've been waiting for somebody to pick up my stroll

There's a battle for control inside of your soul

Lookin' out for money trees, jesus christ forsake my soul,

Baby i beg to differ, bet you can polish a pole

If you try to hang with me you should finally truly see

Empties out my soul cause, that's the only truth for me

Lucid nightmare hunt your soul

Open up your contacts then scroll

So now smoking your ass out will make my day

Cause i'mma look that part until i'm all broke, yea

Complete control, its a toll for my soul. devour me whole

I'mma punt the paper over the pussy like a field goal

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

18 year sentence with no parole