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

So here i am at the store for some chips

They said to prepare for zombie apocalypse,

Look around, fool, got a wall full of plaques

Prepare to fall victim to gnashing rap attacks/

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

If its not couture, i will not go to her

{*both*} but first lemme, lemme, lemme talk to her

You suck like a hoover, i'm here to end your term, sir

You speakin bullshit, your grip in life has to end

The day before is better than the present

Battle, your head is still going to end up on my mantle

With my muscle you'll be dazzled, but hustlin's a hassle

And i prepare to climb them

Made a million with the pen

Prepare for your departure

Got your whore doing shit that's uncalled for