This is a song about "Death school"

Clicquot for the girls in the tight dress

Drivin a hearse, re birthed, through death,

No david lettermans acting a fool

The pinnacle, used to get ridiculed in school

Cause it doesn't seem really as simple

Dont we have enough death , people

Games been tamed iced veins to rain death,

Carefree i don’t need the stress

A little coke addict fresh out grade school

A pool full of spit, dive in, i'm bout to drool

I can taste the salt from my tears

Like shadows in the valley of death

Poppa took the television, but left the radio

I'm on a death row,so death is a bitch i know

Death is in my dreams, death makes you weak bitches scream,

If i don’t make it, then somebody tell my son screen