This is a song about "Angel of death"

Them niggas lack bars like underground when their celly ring

The certainty of death is gradually increasing,

They'll tell you i'm a legend in the flesh that dress to impress

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

It lets u think and rest, never at the brink of death

With my semen and oppressed by my give a fuck less

Ever wonder exactly where the sun goes

In a cycle of death i'm killing gyros

Standin on a table

Like that tragedy chris angel,

Eatin nubo dishes, with my soul food princess

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

A plate full of death with a side of fluoride

Now move back over here to the right

We getting money, you can face the facts

The river of death has brimmed his banks