This is a song about "Death of a lover"

Drivin a hearse, re birthed, through death,

Clicquot for the girls in the tight dress

As long as there is the opposite of death

I swear to give you nothing less, nothing less

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

Listen here, i ain't lookin for no tears

It lets u think and rest, never at the brink of death

When i die tell them to turn my coffin to stretch benz

Of his death, such similarity

Once as a slave who imagined being free

Baby mothers quittin school, nigga now it's up to her

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

I've conversed with the valley of death, and it tells me it's a test.

Why'd you slang crack? cause i had toa nigga gotta pay the fuckin rent

I remember when i used to bust a mack with my eyes closed

Death//i keep you smoking more than a spoon of meth//the only way you don't