This is a song about "Ivan death"

So its death before birth

Babies turn into shooters

Clicquot for the girls in the tight dress

Grow older, closer to death.

My brother got knocked now they hold him in cells

It lets u think and rest, never at the brink of death

Of his death, such similarity

Now i know a lotta styles, some see

My voice make her wet

Ill be beside your death bed

Death is a bitch i know

Ha, in your loophole though

Catch you up on places i've been

Causing death and destruction