This is a song about "Angel of death"

The freshness of my breath bring your death

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

Of his death, such similarity

The watch cost me 2; your bitch, free

She glammed up behind that eyeliner i know there's tears

I see colors of red, mothers n' brothers are plunging to death

I seem to love these whips - a white

A plate full of death with a side of fluoride

That's why i'm makin' money

Nsd till the death of me

I just play my part make moves like chess

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