This is a song about "Angle of death"

Like i went to sierra leone in a homecoming dress

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

And now i'm at the crib all alone damn i miss you

Nothing to yall but try to see it from my angle of view

In a cycle of death i'm killing gyros

And erase my number out the phones of these fake hoes

Of his death, such similarity

My bitch bad, looking like a bag of money

The certainty of death is gradually increasing,

And so it's back to mcdonald's and every month dealing

Penncounting pennys over tha years

My lines are angle grinders

Like shadows in the valley of death

To heaven's door -- shed so many tears

Nothing to yall but try to see it from my angle of view

It's only fitting cause i'm looking super fly with you