This is a song about "Succumbing to terminal illness"

There soul to satan to make millions whats it to

And if i do go you better come through

And i ain't goin' well

Don't want to go to hell

Shit and run back to the lab, need assistance from

Killing people to get to yourself to heaven?

I'm tryna learn somethin new

To stay true to the crew

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

Of the picture punchline figured out, ahh i get you

The boa know they loving the crew

Pray to god to bless you

Illness, spillin up outta my arteries

I hate chickens but i do fuck pretty birdies

My position improving, not to mention

To understand is to pay attention