This is a song about "Death of george floyd"

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

At the tender age of 12, and you feel that no one cares

And now the chance of my death increases.

Don't cross me, cause my friend, i'm no jesus

Nsd till the death of me

Trying to catch me riding dirty

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

And i'm a legend in the flesh that dress to impress

It ain't hard to make money

Of his death, such similarity

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

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

That's why i always think i'm kicking something with feeling

The certainty of death is gradually increasing,

Like i went to sierra leone in a homecoming dress

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