This is a song about "Troubles souls"

Tryin' to be strong and in the process, keep you goini'm bout to lose my composure, i'm gettin' close

Illuminati in control vigilante on patrols philanthropists running the show ruining souls/

I'm the best, even when i'm cynical

Souls reaped with a studded sickle

See baby lately seems my life been hell and heaven knows

But my reality is all of your inner souls

You brought and chose, guess she moving on, yep, we do it wrong

Broke, only skin and bone, wishing all his troubles to be gone

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

Ever wonder exactly where the sun goes

Feed it as it consumes our souls,

X's and o's, you must be the rose

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

That they probably be in the closet of old folks

Forget these troubles, war raging in the streets

Haters eyes gettin' wide like bench seats