This is a song about "The black death"

I always tell the truth even if it leads to my death

Ain't better, you better rebel, smell cheddar and shells

Or you'll drive me crazy

Nsd till the death of me

As long as there is the opposite of death

Yeah months in every night she's in tears

Niggas is working forever my bars

Black sneakers. black tops. talking smack while the smack drops

If you feel it, it must be real just

Nah i aint the black activist

Two times for the chicks with the right bag

To their backs and attract the black on black

Not intimidated by death nor the slammer,

I never use a fork i always spoon her