This is a song about "Death of mk"

Help me pay my little rent, maybe sit in a benz

Disappear broke every law of physic and spawned death.

Carefree i don’t need the stress

Give a mic the kiss of death

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

Everybody coming home deserve a white benz

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

And wale been tellin' other rappers take a deep breath

Y'all always on that bs and ps i'm takin all things

Ironic how the fear of death is cured with assassins

Like i went to sierra leone in a homecoming dress

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

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

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