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

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

Whats the point of living if were living to die,

Home to asthmatic babies in her tenement

You wasn't fin' to dress all crazy no more and

Or left with her mother, to beat him before the strangle him,

I smoke the greenest of medicine till the government let us win

I’m just trying to do the opposite of left

My levis, they 501, my snapback is hella bent

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

Late night hangin out til the sunrise gettin high

Keep her there, so nobody can wonder where her face went

And when there's nothing left to pass, we might pass to the left

Do it 'til i die as the greatest rapper ever to

I'm selling wisdom, just try and listen i'm tryna get you

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

Tell them that you're from the wolf gang and you're fuckin' proud