This is a song about "Death of beloved one"

Just to try to get a piece of success, love me less

I stare in your eyes in your final moments of death

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

Everybody coming home deserve a white benz

Like i went to sierra leone in a homecoming dress

Bathing and enriching hopes and sensation of death,

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

I swear to give you nothing less, nothing less

Fuck the fat lady, it's over when all the kids sing

The certainty of death is gradually increasing,

I'm on the stage, you in the stands

The river of death has brimmed his banks

Give a mic the kiss of death

I'm hoping i confess