This is a song about "Death"

And i'mma keep ya fresh

Give a mic the kiss of death

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

Got a pocket full of cream, my moccasin's clean

Hot whips somethin cold on my feet

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

Bathing and enriching hopes and sensation of death,

Help me pay my little rent, maybe sit in a benz

Like shadows in the valley of death

Clicquot for the girls in the tight dress

What you getting is death

Wish i could shed all these tears

The freshness of my breath bring your death

To heaven's door -- shed so many tears