This is a song about "Icon death"

Deemed wanted, iv earned death row

I'm ripping the shows, hitting the dough

Causing death and destruction

It ain't where i been

I'm on a death row,so death is a bitch i know

My money for folarin, but you do not get to throw

Grow older, closer to death.

Carefree i don’t need the stress

African queen got what you need

I'll make you bleed, death guaranteed.

Dont we have enough death , people

No one that's breathin' is seen as an equal

They at the same spot they making no progress

Drivin a hearse, re birthed, through death,

Ya better kno lyfe b4 u meet death

Dc has never seen such progress