This is a song about "Death of a"

They at the same spot they making no progress

The freshness of my breath bring your death

And now the chance of my death increases.

Made from the brain of me, most genius

Of a penance stare to a decadent to grant him death by recompense

Cause it'll never be the same hereso i wipe away the tears

Disappear broke every law of physic and spawned death.

With my semen and oppressed by my give a fuck less

For all the pedicures i've given to their camel toes they bring

The certainty of death is gradually increasing,

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

Nigga, i got that dilla, premo, swizzy flow

I've conversed with the valley of death, and it tells me it's a test.

Somebody call the pastor, this bastard is so possessed

As long as there is the opposite of death

Clicquot for the girls in the tight dress