This is a song about "Angel of death"

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

Disappear broke every law of physic and spawned death.

She glammed up behind that eyeliner i know there's tears

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

I swear to give you nothing less, nothing less

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

Eatin nubo dishes, with my soul food princess

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

Used to catch us on the roof or behind the stairs

I stare in your eyes in your final moments of death

The odd niggas are beginning to spill these pink hoes

In a cycle of death i'm killing gyros

The river of death has brimmed his banks

I got a green bag with them blue strands