This is a song about "Death born ready galaxy"

I'm a born winner ready for success, don't second guess, much less test me!

I told her this here's overrated but i love your city baby

Yes sir, please confess

That's all u need is death

I speak that gospel, flawless in a snowstorm

No time waste, regrettin tht yu were born...

Luck on my brim supreme keeps me warm

Daddy left before i was even born.

She like me from that no hands but i'mma need her to use no teeth

The malady a galaxy of self-fulfilling prophecies

Every day, a star is born,

That's why i shed light on the dark i come form

All i want now, is death

And i'mma keep ya fresh