This is a song about "Death horrorcore"

Baby i’mma mess, mess

Grow older, closer to death.

And i'm a just take another guess

Like shadows in the valley of death

Bathing and enriching hopes and sensation of death,

At the tender age of 12, and you feel that no one cares

Can't use the phonecause i'm sure someone is tappin indid it before

Beef with me tails will break hips, trey flips adlibs of horrorcore, but more,

I shall but love thee better after death.

Clicquot for the girls in the tight dress

I can taste the salt from my tears

Give a mic the kiss of death

So you finally got the nerve

So its death before birth

And please never disrespect my set

Ill be beside your death bed