This is a song about "The chronicle of a death foretold"

To heaven's door -- shed so many tears

Give a mic the kiss of death

And i'm a just take another guess

I'll hang you on a hook near the brink of death

With my semen and oppressed by my give a fuck less

It lets u think and rest, never at the brink of death

Obviously have yet to unveil the fear of death so get bodied

Roley, rolex, relaxsay she just gave me head, leaned over in the front seat

Death//i keep you smoking more than a spoon of meth//the only way you don't

Cause you know, aside from me strugglin' or coming up in one of the most

At the tender age of 12, and you feel that no one cares

I'm a genuine dexter, i kill the time with death

That'll do anything that i please

The death that bloats like a disease