This is a song about "Dying a slow miserable death"

Your girlfriend want to follow

A nigga wanna drive slow,

Give a mic the kiss of death

Carefree i don’t need the stress

You bloggers hawk a lot of drama; we're talking it slow,

Doobies roll your booty ho alexis know the truthy, bro

Shout out them strippers who hustle

For me to be so miserable

Ain't none of my niggas crip, and we giving niggas the blues

Children in 3rd world countries dying from a lack of medical tools//

The mirror's screaming at me saying i'm emmi lola's son

Of dying solders's scream,now they're live in a place called heaven

Although thought that we would grow

Death is a bitch i know