This is a song about "Death of innoc"

Tryna make a difference where i'm from, where you live

The death of me would be their biggest relief/ because i've

Accountable for a half a million unaccounted for... boy

But booya booya boy 100 bars of death assassinate destroy

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

They at the same spot they making no progress

God mc oh my god you gotta see

Of his death, such similarity

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

This rap shit til the death of libertines

Bathing and enriching hopes and sensation of death,

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

In a cycle of death i'm killing gyros

Give me black bitches, white hoes, new clothes