This is a song about "Death of family"

It lets u think and rest, never at the brink of death

My brother got knocked now they hold him in cells

Help me pay my little rent, maybe sit in a benz

As long as there is the opposite of death

Bathing and enriching hopes and sensation of death,

Ain't better, you better rebel, smell cheddar and shells

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

Like i went to sierra leone in a homecoming dress

I kill me just like you from the back you'll see

Of a sociopath from a damaged family

Of his death, such similarity

Cause some of you bitches funny

If you ain't about money

Ma family aint proud of me

You're one of the family?

A happy home, that's my fantasy