This is a song about "Total annihilation of the soul"

The pope inside nine capsules, fuck it let's split a roll

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

Do you get brains, did you make the honor roll

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

I feel i'm in the deepest pit of hell yet i ain't dead..i yell..help..as loud as a whisper/

Where im from? a city full of sinners so when i die my soul is going to the highest bidder

Lay back and watch my minions rip thru your soul with the force of an alligator

So i tried to show her about the world and about just who we really are

Rude and the total opposite of before

And slid back north of course to pen more

In the mind of a living soul to separate them as a whole

Baby i beg to differ, bet you can polish a pole

Open up your contacts then scroll

Sell my soul, price of coal

Oh-kay, here's the situation

The only soul that won’t sin