This is a song about "See the death of everything and fucking it"

If you still gon' be on some crooked-ass nigga shit

And we're tired of you fucking faggots, so can it

I don't wanna ever come down from this cloud of loving you

Mom and dad are on my dick bout everything i fucking do

The brink of death is near so don't be afraid to grab it/

It's wolf gang barking keep you up like car alarms and shit

Once it was cut been out of luck, i've had to fight to the death

Like i went to sierra leone in a homecoming dress

See, now im the fucking king

Go pop some pills or something

I turtle-shell niggasin harold and bell, niggaseat you like lunch, before the bell

Inability to notice the smile of death, your only cue and my only tell,

The death of intelligence, replaced by radio and audio waves

Ye we skate and ye we hate do what we do to dodge the fakes

Sleep is the cousin of death and shouldn't be trusted with you life.

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