This is a song about "Death grips"

Clicquot for the girls in the tight dress

I'll hang you on a hook near the brink of death

Ya better kno lyfe b4 u meet death

My brother got knocked now they hold him in cells

Drivin a hearse, re birthed, through death,

I swear to give you nothing less, nothing less

Now them broads gon' follow

Deemed wanted, iv earned death row

The best is that which i accept and nothing less

I shall but love thee better after death.

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

Give a mic the kiss of death

A little pillow he grips, just to cushion his landing

If everybody play their position, we can win this thing

Like shadows in the valley of death

And i'm a just take another guess