This is a song about "Always fresh to death"

That creased up white tee...fresh fitted raider hat...always stay strapped test me

Cooking in a laboratory, hoping i can tell a story

And i walk in to hear the smell of a fresh bong,

It's cole, won't lie, won't stop 'til the race is won

They will be in this game to the death

Listen here, i ain't lookin for no tears

Baptized in eternal fire i'll shed so many tears

What chu gonna do, laser me to death

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

I'm fresh to death doper then uncut meth

I'm fresh to death, i'm hotta then ya'll

Then i blow, i’ma close out the par

Grow older, closer to death.

I'm hoping i confess

Write anything here to generate some fresh lines

You listenin' to her is leaving you with empty nights