This is a song about "Death and peace"

And you'll leave in one peace

You make a nigga sing songs nice

Bathing and enriching hopes and sensation of death,

With my semen and oppressed by my give a fuck less

It beckoned to be latched to me definitely till, the death of me when i rest in peace buried

Hands on the pump, makem jump when its cocked backfuckem all they're bitches inside a world of weak

And we scream "fuck the world" while disturbing the peace,

Y'all be the next in the long line of war stories

And the discography, somethin' you got to see

But for equality, for peace and prosperity,

Listen to every word that i slur

And peace to this young warrior,

And death, beaten will decay

Round my motherfuckin way

In her defense she a part of the crowd

Pound cake, me and kid freestyle, peace out,