This is a song about "Death grips"

I shall but love thee better after death.

To heaven's door -- shed so many tears

And eat about four bowls of some frozen ice cream

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

Give a mic the kiss of death

Clicquot for the girls in the tight dress

Like shadows in the valley of death

I can taste the salt from my tears

Wraps around my head and grips me like a lasso.

Niggas buy ringers can't pay their bill though

So you she would hide cause she thought of me as a typical guy

But the devil's hand grips my spine and keeps my head held high

Listen here, i ain't lookin for no tears

Ya better kno lyfe b4 u meet death

Wish i could shed all these tears

All i want now, is death