This is a song about "Batmans death"

Death is in my dreams, death makes you weak bitches scream,

I live by the code: fuck bitches, love queen

I'm sitting on this couch, wrist bloody

Of his death, such similarity

Deemed wanted, iv earned death row

Hit the club she drop it low

African queen got what you need

I'll make you bleed, death guaranteed.

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

I've got skeletons in my closet but now there just hanging. death

This ones for the lovers

So its death before birth

Carefree i don’t need the stress

All i want now, is death

Nsd till the death of me

It was just another party