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

Until the day i die, ill try to give you the world.

Care to tell, i read your mind, she been on them dollars first

Conspiracy theories, illuminati leaves the rest to die,

But now that we're free, let's be gone, you got me blazing high

I’m just trying to do the opposite of left

Kill 'em all, o.f. is what i represent

Brings alotta joy buggati boy thats lane to lane

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

My city, growl with me, hootie hoo'ing through the night sky

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

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

And he tryna make it front row to the show to throw me one

As i take you through a ghetto nigga's lullaby

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