This is a song about "Death and doom"

Now you probably wishing that you would have said yes

Nearly broke the guys fuckin arm and got kicked nearly to death

Or maybe its they fault that we ain't holla since june

I close the washroom door hoping for a day without doom

Been on my shoulder and wait for my death

Clicquot for the girls in the tight dress

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

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

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

Yeah months in every night she's in tears

Blah! they're dead and joined the same death bed as their daughter,

You somewhere, getting your life in order

A single mother with a problem child, daddy free

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