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

But i'm not gonna do that until you begin to pass out

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

No one left alive is sure where to point the blame,

Begin to make me feel like a little kid again

They left daniel alone to fight with the lions

Rich, 2pac and the click, smokin' blunts, loadin' clips

Whats the point of living if were living to die,

You need to hit the door, search for a new guy

Only thing omitted is a baby or a wedding ring

Try to adjust as you constantly fuss like babies teething

See you gotta get high or die, cause even thugs cry

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

I keep the competition crying just like they babies,

When you rapping how you rapping, bitches pack up and leave