This is a song about "Every soul shall taste death"

They see me in that lavender tank, you'd rather just faint

Careful not to waste, give everybody a taste,

Heart and soul to death, she rushes to the bathroom door and locks it

What the fuck? that's your fucking brother? i ain't with that jerkin' shit

So if it comes down, may the best man win

Killing you off shall be my mission

Tryin to get a motherfucker to telland couldn't nobody diss my nigga

Death, neither sorrow, nor crying, neither shall there be anymore pain: for the

Cause i’m going out with a fist raised

At twenty eight i'll have plenty of taste

Fuck you bunch is here, never disrespect my family

With every word you speak, he or she shall agree

Shall it be that this beautiful land will

Stepped out on her and she love a nigga still