This is a song about "A friends death"

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

Watch this, hey quik let me see them binoculars, nigga

Fake friends it was all a sham,

I am just a man

Give a mic the kiss of death

I treat bitches straight up, like simon says

Drivin a hearse, re birthed, through death,

I'm godbless, i'm success so fuck stress

The odd niggas are beginning to spill these pink hoes

In a cycle of death i'm killing gyros

My ambition to win, just to get me some ends

We split the ends in the middle with a bit of friends

And then along came the wrong man for her

Forgot to say his friends with a soldier