This is a song about "Dying on the battlefield"

Are they gon' pay us and will they make it rain? yup

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

Are the man they're dying so don't keep lying or crying

And i have to say that music keeps me here, by far, the main thing

I step through the stomach, replace the baby with some fucking pounds

To the point of leaving battlefield barren like repeated droughts

Alone in the world with no fear of dying

Frightening, so fucking frightening

On a battlefield of blood and distaste,

She swallowing killa cause she love the taste

When i write rhymes i go blind and let the lord do his thing

I can't be lying i'd love to feel the feel of dying

Me i'm like a young simba i can't wait to be the king

I runaway with lights flying, waiting till day the nights dying