This is a song about "Fresh 2 death"

I said im fly to death, buried fresh, j's all in my casket

I’m tryna have them lips sync, milli vanilli shit

Track 13.) 2 cups freestyle (2 cups)

Don’t let me talk about the deal ones

I ain't interested in fame

Cause we fresh on the game

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

As i'm watching the snow fall

Probably seen meaner bars probably in the feds

With blood splatters on them yet i still look fresh to death

Enouph i still feel fresh

Baby i’mma mess, mess