This is a song about "The soul"

Its like selling the devil your soul

Do you get brains, did you make the honor roll

I dont see a touchdown, arms up field goal

Until the reaper comes for your soul

Gator-toed mauri, three quarters, sky blue

Yet the kindest sort of soul- ya i know you

I grasp the defining soul of demon,

Thy kingdom come, thy will be done

You better clear out the way, make a way for my soul,

But i didn't cross the line until the bridge hit it, troll

Let me wipe my nose with these rappers

Your soul wondering the earth