This is a song about "Death is on the door"

Body holy water blessed, i'm feeling the stress

Ur coffin is set, so choose the options of torture or death

Jacking to some fucking whore whacking on the door

And wonder why i ain't ever caught that feeling before

And wale been tellin' other rappers take a deep breath

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

Lot of tough talk personas, they ain’t really built for war

Unless when you look at the mirror on your door

Semi's on the floor, please shut the door/

Gold chains, 24, niggas must be shinin' more

Shout outs to my philly hoes, told her drop that eagle low

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

My style is inconceivable the reason for your death

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

My style is like a door, all y'all niggas will knock on it,

This for my niggas hustlin until they last minute