This is a song about "Death of me"

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

Becoming a good rapper ain't that easy of a process

I suppose you think this story will make me accept her death

Cause it'll never be the same hereso i wipe away the tears

When you next to medo you wanna test me ?put your tired head on my chest

I've conversed with the valley of death, and it tells me it's a test.

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

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

And now the chance of my death increases.

Black jesus!searchin for black jesus

The river of death has brimmed his banks

Cause if i shoot blanks, oops, thanks

To the 'r'. ruin niggas hopes of success

Like shadows in the valley of death

Bitches don't clap with their hands, so i do not talk to my hands

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