This is a song about "Death of family"

Like that's going to make up for the years and the tears

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

The river of death has brimmed his banks

I got a green bag with them blue strands

The certainty of death is gradually increasing,

Give me a reason why i'm not the best breathing

This rap shit til the death of libertines

Ain't tryin to be your god, just want to live my dreams

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

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

The freshness of my breath bring your death

Carefree i don’t need the stress

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

Didn't make it through college, still debating my progress

Bathing and enriching hopes and sensation of death,

Like i went to sierra leone in a homecoming dress