This is a song about "Internal death"

Ferrari mikes, bitch, i’m on my car show

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

Spending her time with him i guess

What you getting is death

Ya better kno lyfe b4 u meet death

Yeah months in every night she's in tears

Clicquot for the girls in the tight dress

Like shadows in the valley of death

And i'mma keep ya fresh

Grow older, closer to death.

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

Got a pocket full of cream, my moccasin's clean

Games been tamed iced veins to rain death,

I treat bitches straight up, like simon says

Lyric revived, adrenaline is what powers my humanly internal drive

Ran with the local crew and had a smoke or twoand i realize momma really paid the price