This is a song about "A death wish"

Sometimes i really wish a fucker would,

Fistful of wood, twisted for the good

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

I treat bitches straight up, like simon says

I wish a mother fucker would try me,

And you are you too, but bitch i'm three

With a note there and im thinking of reading

Fuck a quarter, i wish you well being

The mask is on 'em like a catholic service

Or take the dick unless she's got a death wish

Death is a bitch i know

This is all my flow

Girl cut up, got lean on lean

Wish i had a time machine

Sometimes i really wish a fucker would,

And i don't cook much but i'm tough with that phone book