This is a song about "Death grips"

And i'mma keep ya fresh

All i want now, is death

And death, beaten will decay

Think i need another play

African queen got what you need

I'll make you bleed, death guaranteed.

I got bigger problems baby

Nsd till the death of me

Grow older, closer to death.

I treat bitches straight up, like simon says

I shall but love thee better after death.

To the 'r'. ruin niggas hopes of success

I see colors of red, mothers n' brothers are plunging to death

And wale been tellin' other rappers take a deep breath

Wraps around my head and grips me like a lasso.

I get a rush like i'm tweekin off blow