This is a song about "A death"

I'm a death reaper, words cannot express, see the

Yeahpour out a little liquor for your homies nigga

And i'm a just take another guess

Give a mic the kiss of death

Life is hard death is easy so i stay a boss,

Trying to move foward, though it never stops

Haha, shit gets sick, but sometimes lifes a bitch, but i love that whore to death,

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

But i can't keep you baby girl i'mma confess

And i'm a hit'cha wit the blow of death

Like i went to sierra leone in a homecoming dress

I am gonna learn a smell that is called suicide death

With my semen and oppressed by my give a fuck less

Take a seat, while i verbally beat you to death