This is a song about "Death supression"

I can taste the salt from my tears

All i want now, is death

Dc has never seen such progress

What you getting is death

Cutting me this worthless check

Ill be beside your death bed

Give a mic the kiss of death

Yes sir, please confess

Word, absence will make the heart grow

Deemed wanted, iv earned death row

Death is in my dreams, death makes you weak bitches scream,

I got a dollar and a dream, real niggas on my team

The freshness of my breath bring your death

I'm godbless, i'm success so fuck stress

I'll make you bleed, death guaranteed.

Misdemeanored that twenty bag of weed