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

I’m just trying to do the opposite of left

I'm still, just like a kid, lookin for stripes on my belt

Babies born to mothers that will slowly leave em

Just in case a nigga never see that thrill again

Got a condo on my wrist girl, i'm cashing out

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

Die motherfuckin die, hope yo' ass fry, don't ask why

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

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

It's ironic cause i always hear you talking about one

Try to adjust as you constantly fuss like babies teething

And fuck the fat lady, it's over when all the kids sing

Don’t know which one i’ma drive, fuck it, i’m just gone fly

Leaving her behind i admit left me wishing i would die.