This is a song about "God of death"

Ain't better, you better rebel, smell cheddar and shells

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

The freshness of my breath bring your death

My bitches ballin' to the maya moore's, yes

I just play my part make moves like chess

Like shadows in the valley of death

Family is all i need but indeed them too can run me right up a tree

But muerte es la vida; death is part of life see; only "god" can judge me

And i'm a hit'cha wit the blow of death

I can taste the salt from my tears