This is a song about "Death love"

The freshness of my breath bring your death

To the 'r'. ruin niggas hopes of success

Love rapping love sneakers above those

Every night i stroke hoes

Dont we have enough death , people

So all that other shit you on dead, burial

All i want now, is death

Yes sir, please confess

I shall but love thee better after death.

My bitches ballin' to the maya moore's, yes

And i can't help but notice

Love it when ya show me love

Ya better kno lyfe b4 u meet death

And i'm a just take another guess

Drivin a hearse, re birthed, through death,

I just play my part make moves like chess