This is a song about "That burns your soul"

Your soul wondering the earth

I’ve never seen my neighbors

Voice ain't nothing if your soul ain't equipped

I bagged it up, put it on the block and couldn't flip

Life is like a phone booth, these pigeons is the fuckin' toll

That the demons are free and that they gon take my soul

Timmy got his bike stole

Gain the whole world and lose your soul

Your rap is #mindfucked, your #flat line's stuck, my verse on the mic's like an #assit #burns!

Tried them didn't work, got impossible standards, nothing i ever do works

When i spit it burns your eyes like acid rain shit i'ma bout

Lemonade connoisseur life's lemons coming out

To clear my head i'm feelin low, losin control

I came with a fucking grim reaper to take your soul

Just stay smartkeep your mind on your bank roll

Its like selling the devil your soul