This is a song about "Smoking cause death"

That's all u need is death

Baby i’mma mess, mess

While niggas flirti'm sewing tigers on my shirt

Cause im dressed to kill, fresh to death, get like me, bastard

Rozay told me break a leg no wonder why i care again

'cause i'm about to give the death penalty of pain

Standing on a plateau smoking indigo

In the front row at a holy justin bieber show

Cause when i flare it like staring death in the eyes before you say you're goodbyes,

Ran with the local crew and had a smoke or twoand i realize momma really paid the price

Pouring liquor for my niggas that was killed, send em back

Passing out snacks while passing zags cause smoking out of cans is whack

I'm hoping i confess

Grow older, closer to death.

Help me pay my little rent, maybe sit in a benz

Cause i was about ready to fuckin choke you to death