This is a song about "Death love"

Of his death, such similarity

Must be something you want me to see

Grow older, closer to death.

And i'mma keep ya fresh

All i want now, is death

Baby i’mma mess, mess

Pocket racked up all big faces

Love it when ya show me love

I'm hoping i confess

What you getting is death

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

As the chain swinglettin' shine, no sheenjust my dream

My real estate sweet, yea ginger bread

Ill be beside your death bed

Dont we have enough death , people

Cause it doesn't seem really as simple