This is a song about "Death of hope"

I'm sick of seeing ghetto-grown kids who nearly fight to death,

Didn't make it through college, still debating my progress

So while you worry about the hoes

In a cycle of death i'm killing gyros

The certainty of death is gradually increasing,

I was fiending for the meals; i ain't talking burger king

Then later we can elope

Instead of giving them hope

Of my world and i hope,

Ever since then i had no job

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

The best is that which i accept and nothing less

I stare in your eyes in your final moments of death

Eatin nubo dishes, with my soul food princess

I'm sick of seeing ghetto-grown kids who nearly fight to death,

Body holy water blessed, i'm feeling the stress