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

Never to the left i go

Call me whatever joe

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,

Conspiracy theories, illuminati leaves the rest to die,

So you she would hide cause she thought of me as a typical guy

So they taught me to spray

Got nothing left to say

True to the gamei claim outlaw riderswe give a fuck what they try

Leaving her behind i admit left me wishing i would die.

Live off my lie and my lullaby

I need to get away before i die

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

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