This is a song about "Out of the kill"

Puts the pieces of decomposing bodies in plastic

Titanic coming out of the atlantic causing panic

Out of roads grow the brightest flowers of the mix,

Smokin' weed like it ain't no thing, so even kids

On the slow jam of love

I rose out of the darkness

All of the hair from out my hear

I got that mass appeal

As i light one for ill will

Obscene the way i kill