This is a song about "Death of a salesman"

And now the chance of my death increases.

Rub the wood and ima show em love

Now you probably wishing that you would have said yes

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

In a blink of an eye with my pen ink and a rhyme you'll be on the brink of death..about to die

Homies died in my arms, with his brains hangin', fucked up!i had to tell him it was alright, and that's a lie

Didn't make it through college, still debating my progress

I see colors of red, mothers n' brothers are plunging to death

Give a mic the kiss of death

I'm hoping i confess

Everybody coming home deserve a white benz

Ur coffin is set, so choose the options of torture or death

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

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

Than the muse of a family

Nsd till the death of me