This is a song about "Death of friend"

Black jesus!searchin for black jesus

And now the chance of my death increases.

I can taste the salt from my tears

Give a mic the kiss of death

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

The certainty of death is gradually increasing,

I gotta tell you that my love is true

And that fucking bitch friend of his too."

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

Bathing and enriching hopes and sensation of death,

The freshness of my breath bring your death

Carefree i don’t need the stress

I'ma back em down like shaq with this black 2-2-3 in my hand

Had a friend of mine try to use my server last

And she wanted the parts of my friend's friend

Box logo on my muthafuckin' chest