This is a song about "The chronicle of a death foretold"

Don’t you be holding back, your love

And now the chance of my death increases.

As long as there is the opposite of death

Clicquot for the girls in the tight dress

Its somethin they never get, but fuck it i represent

I've conversed with the valley of death, and it tells me it's a test.

Ur coffin is set, so choose the options of torture or death

Like i went to sierra leone in a homecoming dress

Roley, rolex, relaxsay she just gave me head, leaned over in the front seat

Obviously have yet to unveil the fear of death so get bodied

In a cycle of death i'm killing gyros

I take tokes while you little niggas take notes

Dc has never seen such progress

Like shadows in the valley of death