This is a song about "The apocalypse"

Let me enlighten you, i am the brightest of the youth

And the thirst, just the worst, it's the curse of the juice!

So call the coroner or the mortician for the the

Embrace my words make the world changeand still i smile nigga

So these bars not mine, nigga it's yours

The pain, the loss, the grief, the cross.

Be my little pill and just creep into my blood stream

We all the same the blacks the whites the something in between

I bring the heat like the

You're fucking with me, nigga

I can't wait til she find out that that's really not the case

In the coupe with the tec, it's the home of the brave

Big red creature with a six pack of the apocalypse

It's fucking immaculate, the way your daughter smacking dicks