This is a song about "Incomplete death"

Carefree i don’t need the stress

Drivin a hearse, re birthed, through death,

Round my motherfuckin way

And death, beaten will decay

Face down, ass up, ain't none of my bitches planking though

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

Finished mean done, and done mean dead

Ill be beside your death bed

Give a mic the kiss of death

I can taste the salt from my tears

Indubitably i'm too street

I'll make you bleed, death guaranteed.

Eyes real low, just blame it on the green

Death is in my dreams, death makes you weak bitches scream,

Witnessing what i did for d.c. though

Deemed wanted, iv earned death row