This is a song about "Death by snosno"

I shall but love thee better after death.

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

I can taste the salt from my tears

Drivin a hearse, re birthed, through death,

By feeding us these images, of bloody death and porno clips,

From the palms of jeffrey dahmer, baby mamas said the kicks

To me playing in the game is worth more than the seats

Evading my death by regaining my strength with sensu beans

Bathing and enriching hopes and sensation of death,

Used to catch us on the roof or behind the stairs

So while she up in vip pourin' merlot in the glass

Death maps, in a lion's sense, alliances, are made by riff-raff,

My brother got knocked now they hold him in cells

What chu gonna do, laser me to death

What you getting is death

Baby i’mma mess, mess