This is a song about "Death of a lost one"

Ain't better, you better rebel, smell cheddar and shells

Bathing and enriching hopes and sensation of death,

Money back on my mind

Rap is one of a kind.

Death//i keep you smoking more than a spoon of meth//the only way you don't

Cause you know, aside from me strugglin' or coming up in one of the most

If everybody play their position, we can win this thing

So therefore, i've lost all hope of a happy ending

Funny how money, chains and whips make me feel free

Lost arrowheads of a lost society,

Coming straight from the sands, i'm lost in a grain of thought

Couple of foreign cars that i ride, no top

In a cycle of death i'm killing gyros

Actually i like a broad that can bag hoes