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

So now she picks up the gun

And, boys try to pull a fast one

Shit, caught up in your perfect world, you never heard me cry

Enemies right outside, everyday i'm ready to die./

Keep your heads up high

Now its your turn to die

Man these bitches got unhealthy kitchens

Look this the joint that could get me the spins

Now i get laid-off, notice y'all employed

So narrow brained get wise boys, but not to the point

Why do people have to die

They gon tell you that's a lie, lie, lie

I need to get away before i die

She gotta hold her head up high

Got nothing left to say

Rub my back, then let me lay