This is a song about "The world dying"

I'm in the the real world

But i murder him first

Back like i never ever left in the first

For serial killings across the world.

Long as she come to me first

Not a care in the world

I can't be lying i'd love to feel the feel of dying

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

Hit the club and i let it fly, claim you balling nigga telling lies

People dying all day homicide suicide its just the role of life,

Fistful of wood, twisted for the good

People always dying in the hood, stood

Lips, hips, hair drips down her back, crazy, body frame, crazy

Your fucking skinnier than the bare branches on a dying tree,

Its time to change the world

We left em a world that's cursed