This is a song about "Death of a lover"

Of his death, such similarity

Hail mary nigga, run quick see

In the mirror? i think im turning you into a lover.

This is for my niggas gettin' high on the regular

Stay down ass clowns, you must've, thought i was such a lover

And life's a bitch, don't hit women so i bit her

Don't call me "lover" or a "best friend",

Plus 11-99 in his muthafuckin' chest

Be like me one a the hip-hop lover

I wanted a brother my mother i told her

Headband endo, ya'll ain't ready

Nsd till the death of me

The freshness of my breath bring your death

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