This is a song about "Teens dying"

No kids, no ring herd she do your own thing

After all the times i preferred dying.

Heneesee, makes me think my enemy is getting close

Ive killed 218 babies 2180 teens 21800 men and 218000 slutty hoes,

Mm got the masses

Spotty teens with braces,

And this will be the song that we sing

Inside it feels like im dying

Don't want to be the king

Shoot me? no i'm not dying,

Giving life to dying breeds

Get grand slam fans out of they seats

And the pressure on us teens becomes immense

Yeah months in every night she's in tears

Sick of tha sirens, body bags, and tha gun firing

Im living every second that im dying