This is a song about "The damaged souls"

A place where souls die right in the street

If it's me that catch you, you're fried

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

Now i play the roosevelt and i cop rose

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

The odd niggas are beginning to spill these pink hoes

These politicians have cold souls, they've forsaken the peace,

Said "i know you wanna change the world but for the night please

Diagnosis disturbed, maybe mentally damaged

I do not know how that dead body got inside of my trunk

I stuff you in the trunk, drunk

Maybe cause i've been damaged

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

Trying to keep his head up while his eyes are in the bible