This is a song about "Death grips"

Ima keep that on the low

Death is a bitch i know

Of his death, such similarity

Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free

Used to catch us on the roof or behind the stairs

What chu gonna do, laser me to death

I'm a genuine dexter, i kill the time with death

Like i went to sierra leone in a homecoming dress

I'll make you bleed, death guaranteed.

Will i, succeed, paranoid from the weed

Eatin nubo dishes, with my soul food princess

I shall but love thee better after death.

Becoming a good rapper ain't that easy of a process

Bathing and enriching hopes and sensation of death,

Grow older, closer to death.

Yes sir, please confess