This is a song about "Death of rick ross"

The freshness of my breath bring your death

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

The watch cost me 2; your bitch, free

Of his death, such similarity

Just like free way rick ross

Speed up, patience, please cause

Didn't make it through college, still debating my progress

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

The certainty of death is gradually increasing,

I can out-preach a deacon once the words get to speaking

Disappear broke every law of physic and spawned death.

The best is that which i accept and nothing less

I got a green bag with them blue strands

The river of death has brimmed his banks

Ain't tryin to be your god, just want to live my dreams

This rap shit til the death of libertines