This is a song about "Lives"

The deepest of your feelings

I enjoy threatening these lives

Their lives are similar to yours

Epic, they used to feed me detours

The devil lives in disguise

Take her back to where i live

They might even be surprised, that you've taken all those lives,

But somethin' was always missin' like six digits

And sharpen your knives and keep ruining lives

The white boy sees this as a clearance, now its

Ya ain't killers ya’ll got hundred yard dash guns

Killin innocent lives like abortions

Fuck it its mmg, ima cross of def poetry and potent tree

And eagerly im ending peoples lives more speedily"

It's no drought were i be, bitch no police, here's fire wings

I mean id like to control my two different lives