This is a song about "Death worship"

Ya better kno lyfe b4 u meet death

See i can’t keep you baby girl i'mma confess

What chu gonna do, laser me to death

To the 'r'. ruin niggas hopes of success

That's all u need is death

I can taste the salt from my tears

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

If i don’t make it, then somebody tell my son screen

I got class and can't take this bitch to math, what

Portraits of self hatred painted to worship

Of his death, such similarity

Nothin sweet when i attend, see

We magnetizing the ghetto

Death is a bitch i know

I'm gettin money til my pockets need a tummy tuck

I've been putting on mass like all these niggers here to worship.