This is a song about "Death spike"

You can never tell me that i'm not hungry

Of his death, such similarity

Then you'll try to spike my corona with sleeping pills

These hoes thuggin, these nigga's bitches don’t know the difference

And death, beaten will decay

What the feigns say, few roaches you need spray

Dont we have enough death , people

Don’t wanna have me then somebody will

Body holy water blessed, i'm feeling the stress

Bathing and enriching hopes and sensation of death,

I'll make you bleed, death guaranteed.

From the back seat, back seat

See i can put down the pipe

Your body with a spike

To the 'r'. ruin niggas hopes of success

Give a mic the kiss of death