This is a song about "Death of an og"

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

Like i went to sierra leone in a homecoming dress

Youngin but i know an og from a copy.

I kill me just like you from the back you'll see

As long as there is the opposite of death

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

Everybody coming home deserve a white benz

I stare in your eyes in your final moments of death

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

I'm sick of seeing ghetto-grown kids who nearly fight to death,

With my semen and oppressed by my give a fuck less

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

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

Carefree i don’t need the stress