This is a song about "Death of me"

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

They at the same spot they making no progress

Constant fear of death the only thing that's keeping me alive

My issue isn't televised and you ain't gotta tell the wise

Nsd till the death of me

Mama made her pretty

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

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

When timbo is in the party, everybody put up they hands

At the brink of death he cried out to god ''why?'' give me one more chance

But muerte es la vida; death is part of life see; only "god" can judge me

Particularly, these bitches that's inner ugly and outer pretty

True to the gamei claim outlaw riderswe give a fuck what they try

Enough/ the courts are to blame / made me this insane/ death of my

Bathing and enriching hopes and sensation of death,

Everybody coming home deserve a white benz