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

As long as there is the opposite of death

Yeah months in every night she's in tears

Constant fear of death the only thing that's keeping me alive

He fathers her only kid that's why my homies let him live

The river of death has brimmed his banks

I got a green bag with them blue strands

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

I'm hot breeze, snot sneeze

The death that bloats like a disease

And write a fucken win in ma damn chronicle

Take a couple bits, bitch kibbles, bitch i gotta riddle

Don't nobody move when we walk tha streets

This rap shit til the death of libertines