This is a song about "Death of a"

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

Listen here, i ain't lookin for no tears

Of his death, such similarity

Yes, i'm sure we could all agree

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

Shawty where your baton, racing through my mind like

A plate full of death with a side of fluoride

Pay him some attention, he's smart and he's genius

And now the chance of my death increases.

This rap shit til the death of libertines

We all kings, give anything to my soft queens

Know it good when she go no hands

The river of death has brimmed his banks