This is a song about "Death of cecil"

I dont need no chains with no cross to know that i’m blessed

How's he's warning us of death with bacardi... shots at best?

Oooo your booty so thick behind them juicy ass lips

Ironic how the fear of death is cured with assassins

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

Probably seen meaner bars probably in the feds

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

I'll hang you on a hook near the brink of death

Look it something they can't ever see

Of his death, such similarity

My issue isn't televised and you ain't gotta tell the wise

Constant fear of death the only thing that's keeping me alive

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,

It was just another party

Nsd till the death of me