This is a song about "Rap of death"

Obviously have yet to unveil the fear of death so get bodied

Roley, rolex, relaxsay she just gave me head, leaned over in the front seat

A plate full of death with a side of fluoride

Indulging a meal when a toilet's in sight

Used to catch us on the roof or behind the stairs

Bathing and enriching hopes and sensation of death,

Body holy water blessed, i'm feeling the stress

Ur coffin is set, so choose the options of torture or death

Mini fourteen stuffed in my denim jeans

This rap shit til the death of libertines

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

The best is that which i accept and nothing less

Hey, must be the money

Nsd till the death of me