This is a song about "The death of a true thug"

Death//i keep you smoking more than a spoon of meth//the only way you don't

Cause you know, aside from me strugglin' or coming up in one of the most

Say you don’t do what

Heard you gotta be a thug

I can taste the salt from my tears

Like shadows in the valley of death

While you fucking with mei'm a self-made millionaire!thug livin', out of prison

I set goals, take control, drink out my own bottlesi make mistakes but learn from every one

The certainty of death is gradually increasing,

You know that love is a very serious thing

Right next to the fat lady hitting high notes

In a cycle of death i'm killing gyros

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

Baptized in eternal fire i'll shed so many tears

Who was just there for the grub, the subs, the hugs n to be called a thug

Shit, i don't give a fuck, your family looking for you, wish them good luck