This is a song about "Sisters death"

Give a mic the kiss of death

I'm godbless, i'm success so fuck stress

He said my sisters smart and if you're good with her then good

I don't understand how this game made us strangers, look

I just play my part make moves like chess

Grow older, closer to death.

I visited your sisters and we had some intimate fucking

When i peep in the public, bet i'm leaving with something

I can taste the salt from my tears

The freshness of my breath bring your death

Tell me how can we live this way

And death, beaten will decay

I shall but love thee better after death.

Listen here, i ain't lookin for no tears