You can do everything right in life, and under the heavens, you'd still be dirt, so if you’re ever, feeling like there’s no point, you don’t want to learn, just know, that as you build your wealth, it will never be enough, the waves will continue to flow, you might think this song is for the hell spawn, the gangsters, and the abyss creatures, but it’s actually for the god-blessed, the rich, gold as heavy as a mountain, because I know homie, that yearning to jump, leap off the cliff, and accept your fate, you suicidal bastard, this life, don’t you value it, there’s no excuse, to stop trying, climb, and invest in everything, but the food in hell homie, that juicy fruit, be a Yin Yang King, let’s go find us some twins.

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