This is a song about "Black death"

Gotta pay back that advance, so they ain't gave you shit

It's like my lawyer know black magic, black rabbit.

To their backs and attract the black on black

Two times for the chicks with the right bag

And i thought i was black

Yo, i'll bet she be back

Drivin a hearse, re birthed, through death,

I swear to give you nothing less, nothing less

Like that's going to make up for the years and the tears

What chu gonna do, laser me to death

They at the same spot they making no progress

Ya better kno lyfe b4 u meet death

Carefree i don’t need the stress

All i want now, is death

Grow older, closer to death.

To the 'r'. ruin niggas hopes of success