This is a song about "Death god"

I need money in a major way

And death, beaten will decay

Grow older, closer to death.

And i'm a just take another guess

And i'mma keep ya fresh

Games been tamed iced veins to rain death,

But inside of my pocket is a dollar plus a dream

Death is in my dreams, death makes you weak bitches scream,

And you are you too, but bitch i'm three

Of his death, such similarity

All i want now, is death

I'm hoping i confess

You see him as a god

Pork on the fork, white in the pot

Unlike them other niggas, i got itt la-di-da-di, welcome to my house party

But muerte es la vida; death is part of life see; only "god" can judge me