This is a song about "Rookies death"

I can taste the salt from my tears

I shall but love thee better after death.

To the 'r'. ruin niggas hopes of success

Drivin a hearse, re birthed, through death,

I swear to give you nothing less, nothing less

The freshness of my breath bring your death

Carefree i don’t need the stress

Give a mic the kiss of death

Didn't make it through college, still debating my progress

Sitting in the vile muck just awaiting for death

I'm why baby mommas leave

Yall rapping like rookies

She so sweet, shortie feed my ego

Death is a bitch i know

I'll make you bleed, death guaranteed.

Ain’t nobody fuckin’ with my clique