This is a song about "Death himself"

I can’t promise this verse will be better than the first

Chilling with this asshole, he call himself sweatshirt

Grow older, closer to death.

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

Yeah, that there is a fight in itself

I was hard, but he didn't trust himself

I thank my family and god himself

Used to catch us on the roof or behind the stairs

Guy's don't even got a name for himself

Baptized in eternal fire i'll shed so many tears

But he forced himself to forget,

Kick back and know yo son set

What you getting is death

Baby i’mma mess, mess

Rebellion and defiance makes my muthafuckin' cock hard

And hang himself from it until his eyes have popped