This is a song about "Death is here"

Death is a bitch i know

Hit the club she drop it low

All i here is the sound

I drive that all around

I'm on a death row,so death is a bitch i know

At times i look in the mirror to boost my fucking ego

Until then my death is a rushing mystery

Fast life like born on wednesday and died on thursday

Sippin' bitches what lemonade

He is here, i'm not afraid,

What you getting is death

Baby i’mma mess, mess

I am gonna learn a smell that is called suicide death

With my semen and oppressed by my give a fuck less

All i want now, is death

So hold back ya tears