This is a song about "Death wakes us up"

Lord, forgive me, as a kid, i used to look at niggas jealous

Living up in your villa while we suffered you told fibs to us

I opened up, to the darkness surrounding us/

Press, they look at me like i'm a menace

Forever dedicated, maybach poetic genius

Now i'm ripping up shows and them fans going wild with us

My liver's cold, i got the frigid flow

With this god up above watching us below

Almost got us caught up in gang fuckin warfare,

I'm like the man on mars; i'm high as hell

Nothing will stop us from taring it up.

On they car note to go to the club

Giving us children who look up and be inspired

And i don't care if she gone, in a long skirt

Worldwide, but i got fourth ways, one hat carry like four blades

Nothing's gonna compare to the sound in the morning which he wakes.