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

I just play my part make moves like chess

As long as there is the opposite of death

And now the chance of my death increases.

All we need is convienient love

Clicquot for the girls in the tight dress

Give a mic the kiss of death

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

I never change, i'm like a corpse in a coffin, six feet shit's deep

Homies died in my arms, with his brains hangin', fucked up!i had to tell him it was alright, and that's a lie

In a blink of an eye with my pen ink and a rhyme you'll be on the brink of death..about to die

Cause you know, aside from me strugglin' or coming up in one of the most

Death//i keep you smoking more than a spoon of meth//the only way you don't

Five shots she ready to leave

The death that bloats like a disease