This is a song about "Prepare to meet your end"

They said to prepare for zombie apocalypse,

So here i am at the store for some chips

And i prepare to climb them

Made a million with the pen

We have so much in common, starting at the feet

Got a letter from the doctor saying to meet.

My chances were shallow somehow i'm so deep

Your bitch fuck us up: every nigga that she meet

I don't need a knife to end your life

Ma want me to go find a wife

Kill you bring you back to life to end your life right after,

Leave your show cancelled, leave 'em with no answer

Got bullets dyin to meet you

Straight bad bitches i run, through

Just like this beat, prepare to taste plain brutality

Fuck it its mmg, ima cross of def poetry and potent tree