This is a song about "Cask of amontillado"

Steal your love with ease

Top of my pile of bodies

Fucking chin-checkin' punks 'til he's outta breath and done

Got the eye of tiger, spit of cobra, form of a dragon

Defendants of a meddle, restless full of potential

Forever i ain't run yet and i never will

She need now, she ain't never needed love

Of which im not exactly proud of,

It sends her on a trip so right

Out of mind out of sight

We ain't buying cds, we striving to live

Out of this coviction of feelings

Illusion of days of elysium fields full of gladiators

And ain't it shameful, how niggas blame hoes for givin' birth