This is a song about "Death resurrection"

Nsd till the death of me

Walk that body, talk that body

Like shadows in the valley of death

Listen here, i ain't lookin for no tears

Clicquot for the girls in the tight dress

Drivin a hearse, re birthed, through death,

Looking like the resurrection of mahatma gandhi with my crew behind me

Family is all i need but indeed them too can run me right up a tree

Ya better kno lyfe b4 u meet death

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

I'll make you bleed, death guaranteed.

Outstanding clout, what up greg street

I'm a verbal resurrection, the source of apprehension

Motherfuck my phone, it never has reception