This is a song about "My death"

I’m just multiplying my money and dividing the legs

Your words are #pregnant, my styles #inconceivable, #premature death

I got a line downstairs ma, i'm in the grind

I exited my room, i had death on my mind.

My presence be a death sentence to all but my apprentice/

And we way too young to know love, maybe not but we don't need no rush

The death of my father , is the reason for my hate.

She was a les 'til i went ahead and screwed her straight

Been on my shoulder and wait for my death

I treat bitches straight up, like simon says

20 years later my first murder caused his death

They at the same spot they making no progress

Why should i even waste my breath im symbolizing death,

Just to try to get a piece of success, love me less

My fuckin second verse is over,being too small,rapping to death

Cause it'll never be the same hereso i wipe away the tears