This is a song about "Everybody dies"

Nah, forget that, no point, you'll always be a weakling who dies

If you see us in the club, we'll be actin' real nice

Formed a fossil fuel, the smug act dies

An ipod mind to you walkman guys

Folarin never walk in prada and talk of a price

Like the show the following? the part where joe carol dies?

Everybody sit back

Yeah, the sex in the sack

I got some fire and shit

Everybody is created

And it ain’t cool when a small and little kid dies,

Shout out my nigga reggie bush that just gets you the highs

I wrote this song so this monster inside finally dies.

That's why they ride the bandwagon still be draggin' sellin' lies

All of this diversity, dies versus me

No cadillac, no perms, you can't see