This is a song about "Angel of death"

Never wrong at any level

Like that tragedy chris angel,

And now the chance of my death increases.

Flying all frequent, reclining on beaches

Ur coffin is set, so choose the options of torture or death

And wale been tellin' other rappers take a deep breath

I delete they history

Nsd till the death of me

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

At the tender age of 12, and you feel that no one cares

I'm sick of seeing ghetto-grown kids who nearly fight to death,

I’m just multiplying my money and dividing the legs

A plate full of death with a side of fluoride

Listen to treach, krs to get me through the night

This rap shit til the death of libertines

Because i'm seventeen, compose my own beats