This is a song about "Barin to death"

I treat bitches straight up, like simon says

I felt like i needed to die my own death,

I can taste the salt from my tears

Grow older, closer to death.

I felt like i needed to die my own death,

Used to catch us on the roof or behind the stairs

Games been tamed iced veins to rain death,

Baby i’mma mess, mess

Clicquot for the girls in the tight dress

I felt like i needed to die my own death,

That you allow me to work it 'til you know what your actual worth means

I've had so many maladies- been sick to death for weeks

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

They'll tell you i'm a legend in the flesh that dress to impress

Cause you chose to fuck with death and now its to late

And even though we seperated, you said that you'd wait