This is a song about "Loved ones dying"

Hey, must be the money

I loved her, she loved me

I'm no ones admission

Lies, tangled with fiction

But he don't rule a thing

Inside it feels like im dying

Poor people starving dying in the streets, the ones in charge are the elite,

See, the luxury that we accustomed to, i take a smut to eat

Know it's time for the red ones

Don’t you be holding back, your love

And chickie's never loved him

I love all the inspiration

See my desire for the lust, fucked up what was love

I'll imprison your loved ones in burning furnace

By those that you once loved

Get ya head bust