This is a song about "The death of society"

He in bootcamp, you on food stamps

The river of death has brimmed his banks

Yeah, it's all natural baby

Nsd till the death of me

Not just myself, but most of society

Different chef, same pot bro, not guianese buddy

Help me pay my little rent, maybe sit in a benz

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

Give a mic the kiss of death

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

I'll hang you on a hook near the brink of death

My brother got knocked now they hold him in cells

Straight from the belly of the beast/ its the menace to society

That bastard was buzzing like woody so we get it for free

Death is the credit to terrorists / severing heads of degenerates

Man this is so bullshit, i'm so mad i ma knock you in two hits