This is a song about "16 on death row"

The road to hell is paved with good intentions

A cold breath on their shoulder as death beckons

Your words are #pregnant, my styles #inconceivable, #premature death

Like i went to sierra leone in a homecoming dress

With blood splatters on them yet i still look fresh to death

My brother got knocked now they hold him in cells

Ain't better, you better rebel, smell cheddar and shells

I'll hang you on a hook near the brink of death

Deep down, i'm an emo fuckin' faggot that's depressed

My jordan's pressin down death on his chest.

Everybodys plot is deceit, when its not, its retreat cuz ill stomp ya, with cleats

Ballin like he melo satisfied in his ghetto bitch sittin on the steps front row seats

And wale been tellin' other rappers take a deep breath

My fuckin second verse is over,being too small,rapping to death