This is a song about "Till death do us apart"

Down to ride to the bloody end, just me and my girlfriend

How's he's warning us of death with bacardi... shots at best?

And it's 2 clips, i get out to play for

On the mic i fight till death i'm a sick fighter

My money for folarin, but you do not get to throw

But they’re pulled in ‘till they’re dead or sitting at death row,

Life's about decisions man

Do you fear that death has began?

Nigga there's nothin' left of you

Teachers do is tell us what to do

Will be running the scene till they bury us the haters always envy us

All my peers doing years beyond drug dealinghow many caskets can we witness

Escobar season begins, so let the semis ring

He can do anything, apart adapting,

By feeding us these images, of bloody death and porno clips,

Just cause you change what you pitching, don’t make the difference