This is a song about "Death is cool"

All we got now is crime, death, sickness, and poverty,

But if you took a second mr. mirror, you would see

Baby i’mma mess, mess

All i want now, is death

Maybe we just need to slow

Death is a bitch i know

Thy art is murder death is passion aline your heads on my

Tried to warn the little nigga either stop or die

My style is inconceivable the reason for your death

Baptized in eternal fire i'll shed so many tears

Everything is gonna be cool when my k meltdown

Yeah, that my sista and i'm so proud how she hold it down

The certainty of death is gradually increasing,

I come in peace like uh, extraterrestrial being

A straight road with loops but its enough to screw you fool 'cause my flow is too cool/

But you the only one who ain't tellingi tell you it's a cold world, stay in school