This is a song about "Death life"

Clicquot for the girls in the tight dress

Ya better kno lyfe b4 u meet death

To heaven's door -- shed so many tears

I shall but love thee better after death.

The freshness of my breath bring your death

I treat bitches straight up, like simon says

Listen here, i ain't lookin for no tears

Drivin a hearse, re birthed, through death,

Of his death, such similarity

A military mind mean money

Tatted upt.y.g.a. basically gotta cremate me cause i'm fly 'til i die

Remember that day and what i will do/ your life i will take / death of my

Feed niggas shells like my motherfucking beach is nice

Sleep is the cousin of death and shouldn't be trusted with you life.