This is a song about "Death grips"

Wraps around my head and grips me like a lasso.

In the front row at a holy justin bieber show

I'm hoping i confess

Games been tamed iced veins to rain death,

I can taste the salt from my tears

All i want now, is death

Of his death, such similarity

Busta-ass motherfuckers tried to flee

I treat bitches straight up, like simon says

Grow older, closer to death.

And death, beaten will decay

I was raised this way

Ya better kno lyfe b4 u meet death

I'm godbless, i'm success so fuck stress

I live by the code: fuck bitches, love queen

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