This is a song about "16 on death row"

Where your choppy lyrics fade until your insurmountable death,

Cause it'll never be the same hereso i wipe away the tears

So if you can make past that, well congratulations, you past death

And wale been tellin' other rappers take a deep breath

Meka scary, turn his white ass to a jim carrey twin

And pay less attention on hip hop's death and its resurrection,

Rozay in effect, know how to make her wet

Laying live souls on your damn death bed,

Rappin tappin on the left button clickin n clickin on instrumentals and beats,

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

Been on my shoulder and wait for my death

Used to catch us on the roof or behind the stairs

I don't care who exist, the exorcist moving bricks

Death row and other evil records use lethal methods

At the tender age of 12, and you feel that no one cares

Like nas illmatic i never sleep cause sleep is the cousin death