This is a song about "The girl who was supposed to die"

Two kids, wide hips, found something in her we didn't see

Opposing me, that's supposed to be the method socially,

Regardless to all them, i appease her

Guess who that girl was it was your mother

Who watched his father die

When i'm low, she take me high

Conspiracy theories, illuminati leaves the rest to die,

I swear i put this shit down without a gimmick or lie

Welcome to hell, niggasi rock bad bitches

She's the one he's supposed to grow old with

Fuck the fat lady, it's over when all the kids sing

I'm just breathing, who said we supposed to be spitting,

Pass it round, counter-clock, let her show her titties, stop

Were battles in that section when i was still supposed to rot,