This is a song about "Fresh til death"

Cause im dressed to kill, fresh to death, get like me, bastard

Before a nigga finish put in the work

Cause we fresh on the game

Things'll never be the same

But i can't keep you baby girl i'mma confess

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

That bitch fresh at rich flesh

I don't fear death

Don't believe me? then watch me empty out a full clip

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

This rap shit til the death of libertines

Can barely walk the city streets

She acting all extra

You should call me fresh stella

Pull up on these 26’s, i’m a vanity slave

Yee yee these js stay fresh for days,