This is a song about "Angel of death"

Give a mic the kiss of death

I treat bitches straight up, like simon says

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

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

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

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

I stare in your eyes in your final moments of death

Just to try to get a piece of success, love me less

The freshness of my breath bring your death

They at the same spot they making no progress

Spending her time with him i guess

Like shadows in the valley of death

Maharishi kicks and bape tee's i really do this

A perfect angel-a, matter of fact that's what her name is.