This is a song about "Death love"

Drivin a hearse, re birthed, through death,

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

Baby i’mma mess, mess

That's all u need is death

Nsd till the death of me

Bitch, they call it motor city

I shall but love thee better after death.

And i'm a just take another guess

Eyes real low, just blame it on the green

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

What you getting is death

Wish i could shed all these tears

The freshness of my breath bring your death

Clicquot for the girls in the tight dress

Ya better kno lyfe b4 u meet death

They at the same spot they making no progress