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

I'm the other guy

Or somthing and wait to die

Conspiracy theories, illuminati leaves the rest to die,

Don’t know which one i’ma drive, fuck it, i’m just gone fly

As i take you through a ghetto nigga's lullaby

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

Collabs i write are "dope" to me, even though there's no points,

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

Why do people have to die

Till we're dumb high, dumb high

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

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

To raw i make da beat die

Blowin' fluke horns, i'm not high

Three of my boys i failed to protect , one word springs to mind , man kind , calls

Let me mine you until your vagina is wet enough and fill your mind with pleasant thoughts