This is a song about "Death of rock"

When i die tell them to turn my coffin to stretch benz

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

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

It lets u think and rest, never at the brink of death

With my semen and oppressed by my give a fuck less

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

Of his death, such similarity

That's why i'm makin' money

Boogyin' with jesus and a bunch of nazi hoes

In a cycle of death i'm killing gyros

The river of death has brimmed his banks

He in bootcamp, you on food stamps

No heinous stroke of coke, but rock-a-puddle soaked

After every show, a dream she hold

Rock over london, rock on the paris of the prairie

A single mother with a problem child, daddy free