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

You are about to die!

Blowin' fluke horns, i'm not high

All you smokers reggie i'm in the telley making a bunch of noise

You're 'bout to fuckin' meet him, homie, shut up and zip it boys,

So let me tell you about this guy

And i promised to myself,they must die

Man these bitches got unhealthy kitchens

Ya ain't killers ya’ll got hundred yard dash guns

You know i want a piece of that pie

Why do people have to die

I'm touching skies, no puffing lie

You are going to die

Leaving them to die in spite

So please step aside