This is a song about "Grandpa death"

Grandpa or grandma, not my auntie or my favorite cousin

It's ironic cause i always hear you talking about one

I see colors of red, mothers n' brothers are plunging to death

And wale been tellin' other rappers take a deep breath

Bathing and enriching hopes and sensation of death,

Listen here, i ain't lookin for no tears

Death is a bitch i know

This prada make me shallow

While i'm making history

Nsd till the death of me

Took my heart away from money

Of his death, such similarity

I can taste the salt from my tears

The freshness of my breath bring your death