This is a song about "Subscribe to isofein"

If you could read between the lines come and get your issue

You got nothing to live for, nothing to look forward to.

Don't fuck around and make it true

Pray to god to bless you

To stay true to the crew

Dear sweetheart, wassup boo

To beat or not to beat/

Cause they right down the street

And you got that bomb, huh, i'm tryna detonate you

There soul to satan to make millions whats it to

Now you have to bury me to!

And for this moment no i won't ditch you

To dictate how to look,

My bitches fuck me good

And no nigga gon love you

Now you have to bury me to!