This is a song about "Death and doom"

Ain't better, you better rebel, smell cheddar and shells

Try to hide, you'll bite the meth and cyanide and fight to death,

I assume you'll be meeting your doom,

Turn a good vagina into a typhoon

The stars and the moon phase told me "no, 'cause when doom takes..."

I don't do dishes but i throw away your plates

Now you probably wishing that you would have said yes

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

Body holy water blessed, i'm feeling the stress

It lets u think and rest, never at the brink of death

Death and anxiety have riddled my life,

Matter fact i dreamed that i lived twice

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

Some people have it worse than me, and face certain death,

She still wanted to protect it, until death came and got her

Whether it's god almighty, or the almighty dollar