This is a song about "The death of a child"

I've conversed with the valley of death, and it tells me it's a test.

Somebody call the pastor, this bastard is so possessed

Just to try to get a piece of success, love me less

Ur coffin is set, so choose the options of torture or death

Ima let her be by herself in peace

This rap shit til the death of libertines

And i'm still considered a child

You can search but you'll never find

I came up hungry

Nsd till the death of me

I remember when i used to bust a mack with my eyes closed

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

Hittin your door while your car's spinning, hitting the wall

Can't even help a small child in midst of a fall,