This is a song about "Death of a family member clean"

I’m picking through the crowd tryna see a little clearer

I freeze you to death like your standing for a family picture

Get off of that stool, don't be a fool. just think about your family

Shoutout to maybach music, my logic is getting money

Let me go like this, ready for whatever

To have have said he was a thug and a gang member/

You ain't never seen

A mess for us two to clean,

Went to sleep at seven never woke up from the dream

Fresh to death, swallow bleach, wine glass of mr. clean

See these bitches can't cut in yo business

No squeaky clean scenes of ghetto violence is,

And all that deep shit i was previously down for

A park side member, i burn like an ember

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

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