This is a song about "Jorel proposes to val"

Now you have to bury me to!

I'm tryna stay with you, lay with you

Look, i just want to make you better

To complain to him or her

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

And you got that bomb, huh, i'm tryna detonate you

To understand is to pay attention

The world should turn as soon as my records spin

Fistful of wood, twisted for the good

To dictate how to look,

If it's me that catch you, you're fried

To beat or not to beat/

My name's kingpin slim and i'mma son of a gun

Killing people to get to yourself to heaven?

To stay true to the crew

I call em up, they might fall through