This is a song about "Bungie ropes"

Bet you thirty dollars you find her like cartman found kenny, dead

Defiant to the death, till the day the ropes around my neck

I herald the gallows, hence i beat to death with threads, ropes, or metal

I’m here forever, these other niggas scribble in pencil

You're forever forgetting the ropes

Other words, fill ‘em up wit’ holes

I poop hemp ropes, cause all my shit dope

Shit i bought them tracks, stupid bitch i'm broke

Ropes hangin' from the ceiling waiting for me to hang myself

Ain't better, you better rebel, smell cheddar and shells

80 holes in your shirt, there: your own jamaican clothes

He's losing his hope / but starts undoing the ropes

I'm climbing these thin ropes and heightening

If they could cut out all the busting

Though my credits are slept, my ambition the best

She's against the ropes but i know she's up to the test