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

The river of death has brimmed his banks

In the t.dot i'm a soldier with ranks

Two kids shot while the whole block staringi will never understand this society, first they try

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

Give a mic the kiss of death

And i'mma keep ya fresh

I’m just multiplying my money and dividing the legs

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

The certainty of death is gradually increasing,

Give me a reason why i'm not the best breathing

For all the killas and the 100 dollar hoes

In a cycle of death i'm killing gyros

As long as there is the opposite of death

Baptized in eternal fire i'll shed so many tears

Clicquot for the girls in the tight dress

The freshness of my breath bring your death