This is a song about "Leave your worries behind"

Your corpses in a crematorium storage, no worries

See, my bitch is imported - she came from overseas

But when i fuckin' go, lucifer will probably have my soul

So many things i gotta leave behind when taking control,

A military mind mean money

You behind your back you'll be

Leave your running to your mamma,

Not dc, this whole fuckin' genre

Should be harder to find

Ill never ever leave behind

Leave you behind sheets cause the streets heat like a masked enforcer.

Just be there to help me and support me that's what you're here for

I give up my light like an interracial couple wit a child

Mind deceives its shine. last of its kind, tries to leave its past behind.