This is a song about "Question of life"

I just embrace it and take it in within my essence

Sick chemist eugenics its a question of ethics

In the devoid of life

Before we see it's hard to live

A life of luxury or a life of crime/

Selling white, selling mid, at the same damn time

I used to have a nine to five

Victims of that thug life

You make a nigga sing songs nice

Take the walk of my life

Talented like a clairvoyant magician with a mic its in your best interest

Bitch tits over here, the size of your fists, my only question for you is, do you even lift?

Chat up your lookin off your knee pad

Question of a fact is, are you a rat?

I just shake dice

Of the book of your life