This is a song about "Swallow your soul"

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

Calling any challenger i'll kill your spirt soul

There's a battle for control inside of your soul

One of the coldest, the gracing on that pole

Came from humble beginnings now its nothing but ends

Now put your mouth on my dick and swallow its contents

Can't control the box, you are no mills lane

I see your soul threw the window pain

You can swallow your words like a full load to the dome

Drink whatever's left, kill the pussy, tombstone

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

I came with a fucking grim reaper to take your soul

I think you swallow your brain is hollow

Counting 100 grand i pulled it from my last show

I dont see a touchdown, arms up field goal

Until the reaper comes for your soul