This is a song about "Death of cecil"

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

Carefree i don’t need the stress

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

I confessed bein' atheist, they said i was possessed

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

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

Obviously have yet to unveil the fear of death so get bodied

Livin' off ya dreams like christina uh-milian in the front seat

Them niggas lack bars like underground when their celly ring

The certainty of death is gradually increasing,

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

She glammed up behind that eyeliner i know there's tears

Give a mic the kiss of death

I'm hoping i confess

My bitches ballin' to the maya moore's, yes

The freshness of my breath bring your death