This is a song about "Lost in dead love and war games"

Not relying on the light no more

Everyday some kids go out and fight war/

When you talkin illest rapper

Famine, war, sickness and disaster

And i know you miss me tooshe sighed then she said

And i'm fucked in the bed. and i'm fucked when i'm dead.

Hotter than all black in mexico, flow colder than the war with ru and us, so

Where to begin when love ends on a bad noteor being honest make the trust grow

Usually i get time to get gone and lost in my mind

Go on, look for a better nigga: girl you can’t find

Blow trees like a hurricane

Fire reds and flu games

So im like fuck it, im out get on your head

Love is a bitch, i made sure the cunt is dead.

And i love your brain but i think i'll never know enough

You and i aren't that fortunate in our hunting for love,