This is a song about "Ge to"

You got nothing to live for, nothing to look forward to.

I could think of a couple positions for you

Killing people to get to yourself to heaven?

I'm finna break this blunt down and burn me up one

Last of a dying breed

To beat or not to beat/

Watching for the cops that's moving through

Now you have to bury me to!

I just reflect on how i ain't met you, yet boo

There soul to satan to make millions whats it to

To be trucker's to chuck

I don't really give a fuck

To get to hold your hand

And bijies like im out and

To dictate how to look,

She got that good good