This is a song about "Death spike"

Dc has never seen such progress

What you getting is death

Up against your ribs causing the stress to spike,

Nigga want beef we can take it outside

Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free

Of his death, such similarity

Ain’t no doubt that shit is crazy

Nsd till the death of me

Like shadows in the valley of death

And i'm a just take another guess

I can taste the salt from my tears

Grow older, closer to death.