This is a song about "Death by"

Grow older, closer to death.

Baby i’mma mess, mess

So you finally got the nerve

So its death before birth

Clicquot for the girls in the tight dress

Ya better kno lyfe b4 u meet death

Oooo your booty so thick behind them juicy ass lips

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

That maybe we can slide intobut now you buriedrest nigga

I'll prove it with one hand by beating you to death with a spatula.

When truly we're divided by our wealth, those lying snakes,

The death of intelligence, replaced by radio and audio waves

To my gunfulfillin' my destiny

Of his death, such similarity