This is a song about "Meeting the love of your life"

What we gotta do to survive

In the prime of my life

Kill em all, fuck em all. hip-hop really is alive

Hovering, discovering the meaning of life

I'll never be the confessor to this assessor of your crimes for life.

Hit the club and i let it fly, claim you balling nigga telling lies

Kill you in the cypher,death in the first meeting

I was fiending for the meals; i ain't talking burger king

Then i said i had enough

Thats enough lost in lust of the love

I popped him in his knees and shot him, punk.. please..cause cops should mind they business, when we rush

Life, love, pursuit of happiness, doing nothing is the definition of absurd madness

In the devoid of life

This is how she want to live