This is a song about "Death of me"

Body holy water blessed, i'm feeling the stress

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

Listen here, i ain't lookin for no tears

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

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

With my semen and oppressed by my give a fuck less

I feel death start to smother me, from the weight of all my lies,

Cause they don't give a fuck about usbut when i start to rise

Pick my enemies out the crowd, and motherfucker's die

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

Trying to get back to this thing called love

And now the chance of my death increases.

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

And wale been tellin' other rappers take a deep breath