This is a song about "Sweet souls"

But don't fall asleep

Her voice was soft and sweet,

Eating souls from fatalities granting me immortality,

I know a bunch of envious niggas don't love my city

Plastic hearts turn to plastic souls.

Took me a while just to write those

So goodnight and sweet dreams

Everything ain't what it seems

Man in the race for souls for money

I just want somebody i can see

Latin and asians, black, caucasian

That they've sold their souls* to satan

Feed it as it consumes our souls,

With my hand under oath, i recite these quotes