This is a song about "Creeping death"

What chu gonna do, laser me to death

Clicquot for the girls in the tight dress

Ddd-did i stutter the missing piece of the puzzle

And thought of death creeping in my mind was so horrible.

My mind is what i'm keeping from the spies in plain sight creeping

You niggas is anything, my bitches get everything

Drivin a hearse, re birthed, through death,

My brother got knocked now they hold him in cells

And i did the video for really though

I'm on a death row,so death is a bitch i know

I treat bitches straight up, like simon says

Ya better kno lyfe b4 u meet death

She probably had a reason though

I be, creeping lower than low