This is a song about "Death of a loved one"

With my semen and oppressed by my give a fuck less

I'll hang you on a hook near the brink of death

A plate full of death with a side of fluoride

Yeah the coach used to say i was awesome, right

I can taste the salt from my tears

Drivin a hearse, re birthed, through death,

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

In a cycle of death i'm killing gyros

And erase my number out the phones of these fake hoes

Eatin nubo dishes, with my soul food princess

Bathing and enriching hopes and sensation of death,

I'm godbless, i'm success so fuck stress

Give a mic the kiss of death

I got a death wish and no one to outlive

Wale got skills, man my nigga i’m will smith