This is a song about "Angel of death"

Now the cleanest shots dreaming not of angel rocks

We don't want you with skinny legs and the big ass ass shots

Listen here, i ain't lookin for no tears

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

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

And i'm a legend in the flesh that dress to impress

I'll hang you on a hook near the brink of death

Help me pay my little rent, maybe sit in a benz

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,

And them hating ass niggas, we ain’t like those

In a cycle of death i'm killing gyros