This is a song about "The damaged souls"

And them hating ass niggas, we ain’t like those

They call me grim reaper, i'm the snatcher of souls,

Psychological mind a methamphetamine damaged life,

Cause i get it, no charge, and bbc for the low price

Fuck it, they shrink to fit

The souls i uplifted,

Extorter of souls i'm an extortionist till the point its torturous,

And i'm the same, on e'erything i love, or everything i love

Shit ain't always wat it seemsi put that on everything no sleep having light dreams

The battles over but the war has just begun, enters other souls and he feasts

To get ourselves up out that dream, no i’s in team

But it’s damaged by these fake-ass artists from the mainstream,

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

Best stay away when the door closed, i show up with four hoes

Standing flat footed, i’m on my toes

Plastic hearts turn to plastic souls.