This is a song about "Death orloved one"

But i don’t knock you i just blame it on your old head, rats

At the brink of death he cried out to god ''why?'' give me one more chance

Listen here, i ain't lookin for no tears

I shall but love thee better after death.

What you getting is death

Yes sir, please confess

I just play my part make moves like chess

Ya better kno lyfe b4 u meet death

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

Drivin a hearse, re birthed, through death,

Give a mic the kiss of death

Carefree i don’t need the stress

That's all u need is death

Spending her time with him i guess