This is a song about "The god of death"

If everybody play their position, we can win this thing

The certainty of death is gradually increasing,

Ur coffin is set, so choose the options of torture or death

I’m just multiplying my money and dividing the legs

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

When i saw that 28 to put me in and out of state

I'm a fucking walking paradox, no i'm not

Dale earnhardt of the trailer park, the white trash god

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

Like that's going to make up for the years and the tears

She was a les 'til i went ahead and screwed her straight

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

Particularly, these bitches that's inner ugly and outer pretty

But muerte es la vida; death is part of life see; only "god" can judge me