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

What can you tickle that can make a dinosaur giggle

And write a fucken win in ma damn chronicle

I'm a genuine dexter, i kill the time with death

But i can't keep you baby girl i'mma confess

The death of me would be their biggest relief/ because i've

I'm no longer a saint, jeremy shockey for life

Carefree i don’t need the stress

And i'm a hit'cha wit the blow of death

I'm godbless, i'm success so fuck stress

The freshness of my breath bring your death

Wish i could shed all these tears

Give a mic the kiss of death

In a cycle of death i'm killing gyros

Alwaysstay ahead of these stank hoes

Like shadows in the valley of death

I treat bitches straight up, like simon says