This is a song about "Death horrorcore"

I'll go horrorcore on you and rip your guts out

Flower bomb detonator iv tech in route

That's all u need is death

I can taste the salt from my tears

I shall but love thee better after death.

Like that's going to make up for the years and the tears

The freshness of my breath bring your death

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

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

Didn't make it through college, still debating my progress

Just to try to get a piece of success, love me less

Bathing and enriching hopes and sensation of death,