This is a song about "Death of a lover"

Of his death, such similarity

Just to go to liv on a sunday

Carefree i don’t need the stress

Drivin a hearse, re birthed, through death,

Havoc on the track boi, grab it hold it tight

A plate full of death with a side of fluoride

Yes sir, please confess

Give a mic the kiss of death

I can do that to a nigga and make a pool on her

Playing like friends it, when you know you want a lover

Dc has never seen such progress

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

Take another hit, buzzer feels like a full recover, its my lover

Yeah, napoleanpicture me sipping on 1-5-1drunk then a motherfucker

Maybe i'd have a lover or i'd be a little bolder

Switch rovers, hit 'em with the gun that's in his holster