This is a song about "Angel of death"

And now the chance of my death increases.

Album: smoothsong: playa young thugs

Of his death, such similarity

And i don’t know why you fuck niggas can’t see

I’m just multiplying my money and dividing the legs

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

With my semen and oppressed by my give a fuck less

Bathing and enriching hopes and sensation of death,

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

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

Tell your girls, to come join our table

Like that tragedy chris angel,

The certainty of death is gradually increasing,

Wear out tracks, let me do my thing, i got 16, for this roscoe thing