This is a song about "Angle of death"

The freshness of my breath bring your death

Yeah months in every night she's in tears

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

Becoming a good rapper ain't that easy of a process

My lines are angle grinders

It's 14 racks, what i put on that purse

It's something you provide that make me want to get inside you

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

While i'm making history

Nsd till the death of me

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

Probably seen meaner bars probably in the feds

Cause it'll never be the same hereso i wipe away the tears

Disappear broke every law of physic and spawned death.

My bitches ballin' to the maya moore's, yes

As long as there is the opposite of death