This is a song about "Angel of death"

See i can’t keep you baby girl i'mma confess

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

Let me rideuntil i get free

Of his death, such similarity

Give a mic the kiss of death

Spending her time with him i guess

The certainty of death is gradually increasing,

That's why i always think i'm kicking something with feeling

Becoming a good rapper ain't that easy of a process

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

In a cycle of death i'm killing gyros

Now i play the roosevelt and i cop rose

Lady at the frank stand will

Like that tragedy chris angel,

Well give me grab iti was born inside a love zonewith a glock-nine young marriage

Oops did reveal that oh well that's what you get for compelling the angel of death bitch,