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

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

Like shadows in the valley of death

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

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

And now the chance of my death increases.

Oh yeah we're old as fuck, we didn't have our glasses

Forgone the birth of a child who's life is a curse

Backwoods don’t do papers, that was just for my haters

One day at a timeshe the one? never mind

Drown the life of any clown, like a heckling child

Them niggas all peaked, but you ain't seen a niggas limit yet

Every man woman and child, dead, from a shot to the head,

In a blink of an eye with my pen ink and a rhyme you'll be on the brink of death..about to die

Homies died in my arms, with his brains hangin', fucked up!i had to tell him it was alright, and that's a lie

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

Why'd you slang crack? cause i had toa nigga gotta pay the fuckin rent