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

The freshness of my breath bring your death

Clicquot for the girls in the tight dress

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

Lobster over salmon and i ain't ever tried to tuna you

Until she's no longer living and death has fucking risen

Fucking chin-checkin' punks 'til he's outta breath and done

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

Fuck rules, skate life, rape, write, repeat twice

But respect is more real, and ambition the key

Sometimes i go stores and buy everything that i see

It collapses on top of me and i see

Fur for fur, baby; baby, you'll go stir crazy

See, now im the fucking king

Flapjack, ooh he bring

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

Show me some happiness again, i'm going blindi spend my time in this cell, ain't living well