This is a song about "Death time"

Everybody coming home deserve a white benz

I'm a genuine dexter, i kill the time with death

To heaven's door -- shed so many tears

Grow older, closer to death.

Deemed wanted, iv earned death row

And yall niggas the right flow

I shall but love thee better after death.

Dc has never seen such progress

I keep my friends close, enemies on a leash like

I fear not death before its my time i'm liquid cyanide,

Of his death, such similarity

Once as a slave who imagined being free

Went to sleep at seven never woke up from the dream

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

And death, beaten will decay

All them niggas pitch verbs, so they say