This is a song about "Creeping death"

Down in miami, with a super ho team

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

Creeping thru your window ever so slightly

Wish you was around now to see what i've become see

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

The freshness of my breath bring your death

And i'mma keep ya fresh

That's all u need is death

So hold back ya tears

All i want now, is death

In fact, creeping' through the corners semi slaughter bloody water

Whether it's god almighty, or the almighty dollar

Kill everybodythey each got a city to pick to make it our part

Creeping, with gut hanging out in park, you eat alone there when it's dark

Bamas surprised, deprived from attention

I can feel the sin that is creeping in