This is a song about "Death of a brother"

Drivin a hearse, re birthed, through death,

I just play my part make moves like chess

But if you think a brother wants a kid, its a misconception,

So i can write about my life of sina couple bottles of gin

In a cycle of death i'm killing gyros

Everything i wanted never seem so close

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

And i'm a hit'cha wit the blow of death

I can taste the salt from my tears

Look around, fool, got a wall full of plaques

Wouldn't you want a brother who'd help you if you collapse?

In conjunction with the pressure that we're under

A stain on the mattress, so your dad is your mums brother

And attacking faster than foes can change the channel, whoa

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