This is a song about "Death to soundcloud"

I'm fresh to death, i'm hotta then ya'll

Niggas who be rapping how real they are

Becoming a good rapper ain't that easy of a process

My fuckin second verse is over,being too small,rapping to death

Everybody coming home deserve a white benz

Nearly broke the guys fuckin arm and got kicked nearly to death

She still wanted to protect it, until death came and got her

When we ride!it's the imperial serial killer

And i'm a legend in the flesh that dress to impress

Keep rappin about green cause you're gettin stoned to death

I’m just multiplying my money and dividing the legs

To blow off my steam without encountering my death,

What chu gonna do, laser me to death

Clicquot for the girls in the tight dress

She's loosing her grasp, breath, gettin closer to her death,

Now you probably wishing that you would have said yes