This is a song about "Angle of death"

For all the pedicures i've given to their camel toes they bring

The certainty of death is gradually increasing,

Body holy water blessed, i'm feeling the stress

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

To make karma come faster than she normally will

Suspending your body from an angle, of which you dangle,

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

Like i went to sierra leone in a homecoming dress

My brother got knocked now they hold him in cells

Like shadows in the valley of death

Kill me with a chainsaw, and let my balls dangle

Im come to you from a different angle

I treat bitches straight up, like simon says

Give a mic the kiss of death