This is a song about "Death of auto tune"

I’m just multiplying my money and dividing the legs

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

Grand theft auto: vice city too

Swear i'm trying to get through

In a cycle of death i'm killing gyros

And yeah we up in stadium, quarterbacking hoes

Flying all frequent, reclining on beaches

And now the chance of my death increases.

Baptized in eternal fire i'll shed so many tears

Bathing and enriching hopes and sensation of death,

Indulging a meal when a toilet's in sight

A plate full of death with a side of fluoride

Give a mic the kiss of death

I'm godbless, i'm success so fuck stress

You can pick the next room

Whistling a deadly tune