This is a song about "Death horrorcore"

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

Sitting in the vile muck just awaiting for death

I spitting bars the metronome the money machine

Death is in my dreams, death makes you weak bitches scream,

Yeah my shit ain't no scratch and win

Causing death and destruction

Grow older, closer to death.

And i'm a just take another guess

I'm a genuine dexter, i kill the time with death

But i can't keep you baby girl i'mma confess

See i can’t keep you baby girl i'mma confess

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

My brother got knocked now they hold him in cells

What chu gonna do, laser me to death