This is a song about "I don t want death"

Then i vomit on your t shirt like it's mom's spaghetti

Away the tragedy, so i stay sucker free

Lay down, relax, climax, let me bite you

If god doesn`t exist then who do i pray to

That's word to my mom

Since i was killed by the don,

She's so proud/ now that i don't don the shroud/ as a crown

Callin' all cars, there's another man down

Don´t try to fuck with me, i am the one who goes for the kill,

Or smoke some purp take a percocet and xanax and chill

None of them wouldn`t understand the message i deliver

Fed her acid now the duct tape quacks back at her

Death is a bitch i know

I hit the studio