This is a song about "Vape life with cory and mark"

Sleep is the cousin of death and shouldn't be trusted with you life.

Kill em all, fuck em all. hip-hop really is alive

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

My home is a dome, no escape time to pack the vape,

Escobar season begins, so let the semis ring

My life is stuffed with drama, arguements and screaming

You was up thirty, now your down fifty

Missed the mark so nearly, clearly and sincerely

And with each life lesson the more i tend to grow

You get your girl for something tight tomorrow

Rapping bout things that leave mark

Let me breathe hard like it was hard

You fumbled in a drill, young man get on the hill

Their life filled with strife trife, knife fights, and still,