This is a song about "Ever life comes with a death sentence"

Than with these hollywood actors, a criminal sentence,

And if you disagree, suck a couple pimple-covered dicks

Notice everything it wasn't. realizing why it shouldn't ever be again

And make em fatal hostages with a fated sentence then to present them

Slangin' rocks with your glocks put this tape in your box

Don't ever hide in a box or ever get hit with rocks

But with the thug life comes

Good kids make bad grown ups

In life nothings comes free

Summertime in the city

She likes the way it hits her lips

67. coz it's a critical sentence,

Fuck my job, my life and all that comes with it

Like how the fuck did we miss this kid's shit