This is a song about "Rap of death"

In a cycle of death i'm killing gyros

And erase my number out the phones of these fake hoes

I'll hang you on a hook near the brink of death

Yeah months in every night she's in tears

This rap shit til the death of libertines

Story of cudi, nigga getting out my dreams

And now the chance of my death increases.

Now momma told me be careful who you love

Ain't better, you better rebel, smell cheddar and shells

Bathing and enriching hopes and sensation of death,

But booya booya boy 100 bars of death assassinate destroy

Accountable for a half a million unaccounted for... boy

They'll tell you i'm a legend in the flesh that dress to impress

I'm sick of seeing ghetto-grown kids who nearly fight to death,