This is a song about "A friends death"

The death that bloats like a disease

Right flows down and they might go nice

I'm a genuine dexter, i kill the time with death

Just to try to get a piece of success, love me less

No soprano, half black half white, i’m a piano

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

Shit a friends betrayal thats the cruelest

I'm ready to hit 'em with this gift

I treat bitches straight up, like simon says

Drivin a hearse, re birthed, through death,

It's crazy, bitches throwing they pussy

What a perfect couple my friends told me

Shitting on these niggas like i need depends

It’s a neighborhood where nervously i host black friends,

A lot of women from conversation could fall in love

What a nervous purchase a death circuit i stick to the surface/