This is a song about "Death of rap"

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

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

See i can’t keep you baby girl i'mma confess

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

Nsd till the death of me

It was just another party

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

With my semen and oppressed by my give a fuck less

But not the numbers i makeload up that wild boy

But booya booya boy 100 bars of death assassinate destroy

Killa never let the drama slide

A plate full of death with a side of fluoride

I'm godbless, i'm success so fuck stress

The freshness of my breath bring your death