This is a song about "Loss of life"

You shoulda listened to the sounds of the rappad mass and let another loss just pass.

All i wanna do is sit back and watch you move and i'll proceed to throw this cash

So call the wedding off the sched. due to loss of your bride

I just think i need one night, slightly more if it's done right

Inferior, but i'm nice

Victims of that thug life

Fuck the "story of your life"

We ain't buying cds, we striving to live

In the devoid of life

And when i start to rise

Heneesee, makes me think my enemy is getting close

Loss of time for play-doh; i'm steady spending more pesos

Of my life slip away

And let the beat play

And what remains from a twelve gauge to the brainarguements with my boo is true

Until your lungs are compressed from a loss of breath of me impressing you//