This is a song about "I laugh at your own bloody death"

I felt like i needed to die my own death,

But i can't keep you baby girl i'mma confess

Jealousy inside, make'em wish i diedoh my lord, tell me what i'm livin' for

Causin death at this very moment, while your ego is tellin you to "amass the paper"

I go watch a horror flick and laugh at it

And tired of his shit and tries to just split

But girl you’re special like i met you in the slow class

Take me as a joke i bet your soul i'll get the last laugh

I ain't tryna brag though

I know you run your own show

And laugh in your face as i beat you with ya own cast

While i fill you up with semen from the wolf gang team and

Whilst i puff this hash and dub the ash into your massive ass and laugh,

You fucking dead bitch chips, i'm on my fifth bag with your bitch ass

I laugh at it though, this is me taking my chances

Welcome back to class, bitch, grab on to your glasses