This is a song about "See the death of everything and fucking it"

See, now im the fucking king

Them people, they talking

And now i see it , everything seems so bright

You see dem boys sign me to the scope right

Becoming a good rapper ain't that easy of a process

Once it was cut been out of luck, i've had to fight to the death

Feed niggas shells like my motherfucking beach is nice

Sleep is the cousin of death and shouldn't be trusted with you life.

And of course on my parade it should fucking rain

I am not tina, buddy, do not give my window pain

Playing the simple minded that's blinded by the pearly gates,

The death of intelligence, replaced by radio and audio waves

And now i only listen to this hip-hop shit

And we're tired of you fucking faggots, so can it

My bitches ballin' to the maya moore's, yes

The freshness of my breath bring your death