This is a song about "Death of an og"

To the 'r'. ruin niggas hopes of success

The freshness of my breath bring your death

Will who are you? an o.g?...

Bring the keys, oh my god

Bathing and enriching hopes and sensation of death,

Used to catch us on the roof or behind the stairs

In a cycle of death i'm killing gyros

Fans catch us on animal planet, tracking hoes

Just an alert of an amber

Poke out from behind her

We ain't hear to hurt nobody

Nsd till the death of me

I’m just multiplying my money and dividing the legs

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

Back washing to my gang, you don't wanna take a sip

I'm sentenced to death, just 'cause i'm an idiot,