This is a song about "Stanislaus county city of lost souls"

But my reality is all of your inner souls

The odd niggas are beginning to spill these pink hoes

On the lord to visit the city of the saint

She swallowing killa cause she love the taste

I can still remember my vacation to the city of ember

Odd future, o.f. until, until from now until forever

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

With my hand under oath, i recite these quotes

Busta-ass motherfuckers tried to flee

Lost arrowheads of a lost society,

Basketball is my favorite sport

Explains the lives of six lost

Inside of me, but the thoughts it tells me are still evil

With hope's to break the minds of bold, and bend the souls of the feeble

In the city of angels no one is safe

Henny in my cup don't need no chase