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

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

The river of death has brimmed his banks

Can’t tell your girl so she the center fold

Take what you want from the story foretold,

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

But knowing me i prolly never meetonly speak when a fan speak

Give a mic the kiss of death

Carefree i don’t need the stress

And write a fucken win in ma damn chronicle

They must come with a bible, swine flu, and a pistol

This rap shit til the death of libertines

We gotta find peace and end the war in the streets