This is a song about "Death guillotine"

I stare in your eyes in your final moments of death

My bitches ballin' to the maya moore's, yes

Froze my bank account and seized my guarantee

Of his death, such similarity

What you getting is death

Spending her time with him i guess

So close i could give flip a play

And death, beaten will decay

Ill leave you with a guillotine plunged trough your skull and leave

Pushing keys like them niggas that were banging on the keys

My brother got knocked now they hold him in cells

I shall but love thee better after death.

I treat bitches straight up, like simon says

The freshness of my breath bring your death

The decay in this life i've lived astounds me, the death,

She glammed up behind that eyeliner i know there's tears