This is a song about "Death and doom"

All we got now is crime, death, sickness, and poverty,

Lock my heart up, this is jail, throw away the key

Just to try to get a piece of success, love me less

Try to hide, you'll bite the meth and cyanide and fight to death,

I'm trying to grow for you, if you can take love

And now the chance of my death increases.

We gon make it to the bedroom, i like the guest room

I close the washroom door hoping for a day without doom

Clicquot for the girls in the tight dress

And i'm a hit'cha wit the blow of death

It's all be over soon, and with a silver spoon you'll be meeting your doom.

The only cool thing i can say is that i gave you my heart too soon

7 to 8, zoom zoom, boom boom tune

I assume you'll be meeting your doom,

I'm godbless, i'm success so fuck stress

I hope she's blessed and her mom copes with the death