This is a song about "Death call"

So its death before birth

Ha, the envy of dime dealers

All i want now, is death

Spending her time with him i guess

I treat bitches straight up, like simon says

Give a mic the kiss of death

What you getting is death

Baby i’mma mess, mess

Coming quicker to your death call me the grim reaper,

Into the hills of goldand peace to this young warrior

Tired of hearin' these voices in my head

Ill be beside your death bed

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

They at the same spot they making no progress