This is a song about "Love and death"

Try to keep your spirits up, lil vodka whatever

She still wanted to protect it, until death came and got her

All we got now is crime, death, sickness, and poverty,

Fuck it its mmg, ima cross of def poetry and potent tree

Used to catch us on the roof or behind the stairs

And i'm a hit'cha wit the blow of death

Been on my shoulder and wait for my death

Spending her time with him i guess

Call the network dipset family ties

Death and anxiety have riddled my life,

It has been this way

And death, beaten will decay

See i can’t keep you baby girl i'mma confess

Some people have it worse than me, and face certain death,

I'm a messiah and my death is the hypothesis

Wish you niggas father understood where the condom was