This is a song about "Angle of death"

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

I'm godbless, i'm success so fuck stress

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

But i can't keep you baby girl i'mma confess

Yo, bubble gum that reese's pieces

And now the chance of my death increases.

No it ain't easy

Nsd till the death of me

Sleeping in a cell, it's been 30 weeks

This rap shit til the death of libertines

There she go, just what the doc's been lookin for

A perpendicular, angle of the clout war