This is a song about "Death is enevitable"

Baby i’mma mess, mess

What you getting is death

Cause no man's eyes should see what i've seen

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

When i die tell them to turn my coffin to stretch benz

I am gonna learn a smell that is called suicide death

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

But now that we're free, let's be gone, you got me blazing high

They'll tell you i'm a legend in the flesh that dress to impress

My fuckin second verse is over,being too small,rapping to death

But love my music, say i do nothing but hits

Ironic how the fear of death is cured with assassins

Who didn't really care to see, or give a damn if she

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

Together all the timethought it was true love

I'm a messiah and my death is the hypothesis