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,

My burial at sea gets to me when i sleep, creeping up/

Family getting bread, well he about to get his loaf cut

Yeah months in every night she's in tears

The freshness of my breath bring your death

And i don’t know why you fuck niggas can’t see

Why are they creeping up under me

This summer gone be mine though

I be, creeping lower than low

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

Bathing and enriching hopes and sensation of death,

But more than not, and with prolly a whole lot less than the start

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

My brother got knocked now they hold him in cells

I shall but love thee better after death.