This is a song about "Grandpa death"

And we stumpinbut can't catch the beat

I'll make you bleed, death guaranteed.

The freshness of my breath bring your death

My brother got knocked now they hold him in cells

Now you probably wishing that you would have said yes

I'll hang you on a hook near the brink of death

And i'mma keep ya fresh

All i want now, is death

Help me pay my little rent, maybe sit in a benz

I'm a genuine dexter, i kill the time with death

Dont we have enough death , people

And everything is purple

Grow older, closer to death.

To the 'r'. ruin niggas hopes of success