This is a song about "Sparta left unhealthy boys to die"

And it wouldn't be a slip to say that i'm into boys

But they just ran away,when they heard siren noise

Look this the joint that could get me the spins

Man these bitches got unhealthy kitchens

Boys listening wishing to hack me

The watch cost me 2; your bitch, free

You are about to die!

I'll meet you in the sky

My hopes and all my wishes

Better to try then die with

She gets my problems fixed when i hear her voice

First i stack some money, then go to war with them boys

No blunts, lil' bro wan' roll up joints

Us bitches are learning to run these boys