This is a song about "Death is he"

And wale been tellin' other rappers take a deep breath

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

I was lied to and told death is the reason we wait

Type of nigga to jerk off to his own sex tape

Left my uncle in prison for 15 years no one paid

The death of my father is the reason for my hate...

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

And i got a little big, keep it low key

Y'all always on that bs and ps i'm takin all things

Ironic how the fear of death is cured with assassins

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

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

Like nas illmatic i never sleep cause sleep is the cousin death

She glammed up behind that eyeliner i know there's tears

You fool think you're knack, bitch you rack raps ,you're fag,take you sack, things,

Death is the credit to terrorists / severing heads of degenerates