This is a song about "Death of a salesman"

And she gives them a blow

Death is a bitch i know

We getting money, you can face the facts

The river of death has brimmed his banks

I'm a genuine dexter, i kill the time with death

Ain't better, you better rebel, smell cheddar and shells

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

I’m just multiplying my money and dividing the legs

Carefree i don’t need the stress

The freshness of my breath bring your death

The odd niggas are beginning to spill these pink hoes

In a cycle of death i'm killing gyros

But i can't keep you baby girl i'mma confess

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