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

Seen blood, sweat and tears like a locker room

Abortion clinics, babies dead in the womb//

And so the muscle flow is something you can't get no muzzel for

Winding up left next to the back door after a fight that left your muscles tore

It's never late, we celebrate soon as your papers done

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

But it don't feel half as good as grandma saying she's proud

The best days'll be when i got nothing left to rhyme about/

Conspiracy theories, illuminati leaves the rest to die,

So you she would hide cause she thought of me as a typical guy

They left daniel alone to fight with the lions

I.e. i get sick, white tee, i be kicks