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

Give a mic the kiss of death

Baby i’mma mess, mess

And write a fucken win in ma damn chronicle

Don’t wanna have me then somebody will

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

Its somethin they never get, but fuck it i represent

Too much percussion and bass when i take beats

This rap shit til the death of libertines

See, the luxury that we accustomed to, i take a smut to eat

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

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