This is a song about "Rock death"

And a nose full of chowder, he's choppin' up all the doubters see

Rock over london, rock on the paris of the prairie

Best believe i'm leaving with more of those

Signin titties at the rock shows

Almost cried right on the spot

With rock, shock rap with doc

What you getting is death

I can taste the salt from my tears

// [you're a... rock star]

Slumdog far apart any sub par

Bad hoes i'm seen with them

Once they reach rock bottom

That's all u need is death

Spending her time with him i guess