 The way I'm livin' out my final days, I feel like Jane. Chocolate flowin' through me like a tidal wave. Rivals made to be a slave inside my suicidal page. Watch them parents wear the H. We ain't wear the Eiffel state. Over the years, friends turn to enemies. Bullets curving left and right, sorta like parentheses. Viciously, I can turn your sympathies to sin.