This is a song about "Barin to death"

With my semen and oppressed by my give a fuck less

I always tell the truth even if it leads to my death

Cause i was about ready to fuckin choke you to death

See i can’t keep you baby girl i'mma confess

I treat bitches straight up, like simon says

I'm fresh to death doper then uncut meth

She's loosing her grasp, breath, gettin closer to her death,

Eatin nubo dishes, with my soul food princess

Carefree i don’t need the stress

Grow older, closer to death.

Like i went to sierra leone in a homecoming dress

Me and my crew the best we do this to the death

Games been tamed iced veins to rain death,

Baby i’mma mess, mess

I’m just multiplying my money and dividing the legs

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