This is a song about "Dead on the inside"

Or the fact when the money go up, it won’t stop

On the way there the traffic was dead lock

Together all the timethought it was true love

Damaged on the inside but strong on the surface

Breaking molds that grow on the inside of eyelids

We all here, from the dealers to the kids

But then the doctor is cold dead on the floor for something you did you did.

And nearly choked when he'd tell me not to smokedaaamn, don't get me started

Maserati’s my birthright car, pass it, i need another hit

Every time i walk inside the house, burn on the face cause it burnt shit

More money to count, yeah you know i’m gettin' right

Laying on the slides as i find my way inside

Please, we avoid pagan the pace is far more amazing

On the inside i'm shaking, epileptic brain and my hearts racing.

Caught the one with the mace dead on his chin

Oh-kay, here's the situation