This is a song about "Death of auto tune"

When i write rhymes i go blind and let the lord do his thing

The certainty of death is gradually increasing,

All we need is convienient love

And now the chance of my death increases.

Self made coming soon

Listening to that tune

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

Cause it'll never be the same hereso i wipe away the tears

Who trill as me, roll two of tree

Nsd till the death of me

When i arrive the whole town gets sunny

Of his death, such similarity

Hey now got a thing for you

Grand theft auto: vice city too

So hold back ya tears

Give a mic the kiss of death