This is a song about "Dying love"

To make karma come faster than she normally will

Well i'm telling you now her dying i cannot handle.

Your kind is dying, it's time to adjust

8 in the morning when that street clock bust

I love the sound of dying sluts in my cage all locked up

You could call me a freak, i like to get buck, buck

Who swore i'd wouldn't live till twentynow they gotta cope

Now you're lying, slowly dying, with no hope,

I guess i'm leftwich cause i still get to win

A dying dream, you even try in

Im living every second that im dying

You know that love is a very serious thing

After all the times i preferred dying.

And my only fear's a wedding ring

Alone in the world with no fear of dying

I say i got it from grinding, perfect timing