This is a song about "The valley of death"

As long as there is the opposite of death

They at the same spot they making no progress

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

Chilling in the valley with sally eating lobster in an alley

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

She glammed up behind that eyeliner i know there's tears

Don't make me shoot up this place with light sabers and guns

Ironic how the fear of death is cured with assassins

Once you mess with clever's crew, i guarantee the death of you

But is it really cocky if you know that it's true

Killa i roller cheese blazed, high as fuck and feelin' great

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

Beneath the mist, chillin in the hidden valley

With some matching pink panties, lipstick from my granny

‘cause he could die any day and you still the same thing

The certainty of death is gradually increasing,