This is a song about "The enevibility of death"

The death of intelligence, replaced by radio and audio waves

I would always keep a strong pace with a long face thinking of all the song names

You ain’t seen nothing yet, bitch, this just my friday ice

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

I am marvin with mind, but i listen to wayne

'cause i'm about to give the death penalty of pain

Death is the credit to terrorists / severing heads of degenerates

You fool think you're knack, bitch you rack raps ,you're fag,take you sack, things,

The death of my father is the reason for my hate...

And even though we seperated, you said that you'd wait

This rap shit til the death of libertines

Regular girl, celebrity dreams

Because that booty mad thick behind your juicy ass lips

Ironic how the fear of death is cured with assassins