This is a song about "A death"

Take a seat, while i verbally beat you to death

The best is that which i accept and nothing less

Y'all could be the star in my ficky spot light

A plate full of death with a side of fluoride

I am gonna learn a smell that is called suicide death

Body holy water blessed, i'm feeling the stress

They slept in death, hung from a wire that held their necks

You can call me cancer but i don't smoke cigarettes

Throw him off the banister, shoot him on camera

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

Hoes show me love, niggas give me props

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

I'm hoping i confess

Give a mic the kiss of death