This is a song about "Paul walker death amde him fme"

Cop me air ones, hon, lime and red

So fast we cause paul walkers god damn car wreck

My best friend armani lost her arm at the border

I am runnin' this bitch, you are just a dog walker

Grow older, closer to death.

I can taste the salt from my tears

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

Of a penance stare to a decadent to grant him death by recompense

Dc has never seen such progress

All i want now, is death

Give a mic the kiss of death

I treat bitches straight up, like simon says

That's me spitting this fucking garbage toss

Paul walker must of pissed you off,