This is a song about "Stitch on my soul"

The pope inside nine capsules, fuck it let's split a roll

I'd do anything for you, i just damn near sold my soul,

I've mastered the rhyme factors after effacing actors-making artist ghost

Not too close cause i dont wanna be a ghost my soul on a stick burnt marshmallow roast

My soul is feelin full,

And i don’t need a cure

Blood flows thick, sewing kit needed to stitch.

I put her on the train, little engine could, bitch

Soldiers lost their mind

My own soul i can't find

Lost soul, here i leave you, now i'm going on my own,

That why when he outta town i make sure she is not alone

I'm alone with this homegrown desire inside my soul,

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

Life is a bitch so a g can't sweat her

Eating my soul just like cancer,