This is a song about "Death before dishonor"

I just play my part make moves like chess

The freshness of my breath bring your death

You just servin yourself, go pull up to pump three

To dishonor the modern day slavery

Dont we have enough death , people

And everything is purple

I shall but love thee better after death.

To the 'r'. ruin niggas hopes of success

Games been tamed iced veins to rain death,

Clicquot for the girls in the tight dress

Ate, boom boom, my ace boon coon

Preferably before noon

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

Drivin a hearse, re birthed, through death,

Grow older, closer to death.

So hold back ya tears