This is a song about "Death grips"

Nsd till the death of me

What them tippers don't see

Like shadows in the valley of death

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

And ya section know when any day tecs could blow

I'm on a death row,so death is a bitch i know

Used to catch us on the roof or behind the stairs

I shall but love thee better after death.

That's all u need is death

Dc has never seen such progress

Deemed wanted, iv earned death row

Scab, fix up look shop joe

A little pillow he grips, just to cushion his landing

When i write rhymes i go blind and let the lord do his thing