This is a song about "God of death"

No god dam way of communication

And if he can't learn to love you, you should leave him

Can barely walk the city streets

This rap shit til the death of libertines

I'm sick of seeing ghetto-grown kids who nearly fight to death,

Like i went to sierra leone in a homecoming dress

And i'm a just take another guess

Like shadows in the valley of death

She can only live for the moment

God of the underworld stunt

And now the chance of my death increases.

They getting deals with thier weak buzz

And i'mma keep ya fresh

Give a mic the kiss of death