This is a song about "Death"

Death is a bitch i know

This prada make me shallow

Grow older, closer to death.

And i'm a just take another guess

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

Drivin a hearse, re birthed, through death,

Bathing and enriching hopes and sensation of death,

Just to try to get a piece of success, love me less

Yes sir, please confess

Give a mic the kiss of death

Nsd till the death of me

Looking at your money

And death, beaten will decay

Im im on tha way

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

Now i was dreaming bout a deal at the age of thirteen