This is a song about "Death of rick ross"

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

Like i went to sierra leone in a homecoming dress

Ask, real rick ross he tell you i gets it in

And i like the hoes that need passion

Eatin nubo dishes, with my soul food princess

I stare in your eyes in your final moments of death

Of his death, such similarity

You a lady boss, now you fly free

Now you probably wishing that you would have said yes

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

And i'm a hit'cha wit the blow of death

Carefree i don’t need the stress

Bathing and enriching hopes and sensation of death,

My bitches ballin' to the maya moore's, yes

Came from the bottom, aiming for the top

I wouldn't drop that much on rick ross or chris rock