This is a song about "Death by snosno"

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

But on the other hand i don't understand why you got other plans

So its death before birth

I still got haters

What you getting is death

And i'mma keep ya fresh

The freshness of my breath bring your death

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

Evading my death by regaining my strength with sensu beans

But all she ever want me to do is unzip her jeans

So all that other shit you on dead, burial

Dont we have enough death , people

Yeah months in every night she's in tears

Like shadows in the valley of death

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

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