This is a song about "Sparta left the unhelthy babies to die"

I’m pitchin bitches thats dreamin’ thinking i'm trickin’ chicken

I left him in the room, proceeded to the kitchen.

Your bitch likely tricking off and bruising up her knees

I keep the competition crying just like they babies,

The race war, when it's us against all of them

Babies born to mothers that will slowly leave em

Word to lethargy hardly will i ever lie

On the road to riches, krs and bdp, and ready to die,

I'll make it through, it's hard to see the light, but it's do or die,

Keep your eyes open, i can only say i'll try

I’m just trying to do the opposite of left

Deep down, i'm an emo fuckin' faggot that's depressed

I'm killing off,all the babies

Gotta go, let her leave