This is a song about "The damaged souls"

Psychological mind a methamphetamine damaged life,

Temperatures risesniggas blinded by my lyrical disguise

Get ya head bust

When you feel so damaged

So while you worry about the hoes

Plastic hearts turn to plastic souls.

Man in the race for souls for money

Yes, i'm sure we could all agree

Revealing universes and habitats unknown to the oldest of souls,

Because now a nigga hot enough to fuck with one of satan' hoes

The mainstream is selling out, giving their bodies and souls,

And yeah we up in stadium, quarterbacking hoes

Even though he played the role, cold souls burn from coal

I dont see a touchdown, arms up field goal

Right next to the fat lady hitting high notes

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