This is a song about "Death and desp"

As they wait for death, no more playin' games and animation,

Charlie sheen on them haters, they dont wanna let me win

I hope she's blessed and her mom copes with the death

When i die tell them to turn my coffin to stretch benz

Fuck rules, skate life, rape, write, repeat twice

Death and anxiety have riddled my life,

I've got a paper plane, it's propelling my buzz

I'm a messiah and my death is the hypothesis

Been on my shoulder and wait for my death

Like that's going to make up for the years and the tears

And i'm a hit'cha wit the blow of death

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

I’m just multiplying my money and dividing the legs

Nearly broke the guys fuckin arm and got kicked nearly to death