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

Ima tell you that's a lie, lie, lie

Or somthing and wait to die

Sniffed a lot of flowers, but how could i cry

I need to get away before i die

Teens turn to annoyed zombies and feast on the boys in abercrombie

And a nose full of chowder, he's choppin' up all the doubters see

Man these bitches got unhealthy kitchens

Stealing a clip for anyone squealing they lips

And in fact i can’t deny

You are about to die!

Conspiracy theories, illuminati leaves the rest to die,

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

It was simple, it was a really easy choice,

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