This is a song about "The death of a true thug"

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

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

The pains of growing old are physical and mental, true

And you got that bomb, huh, i'm tryna detonate you

While you fucking with mei'm a self-made millionaire!thug livin', out of prison

I set goals, take control, drink out my own bottlesi make mistakes but learn from every one

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

And i'm a hit'cha wit the blow of death

The river of death has brimmed his banks

I gave ya'll wizardry with my hands

And now the chance of my death increases.

Look, i'm back like niggas on a bus

I'm lights out pull the plug you should feel me like a thug

But a couple shots of it got a nigga on stuck

Car with no limit what

Heard you gotta be a thug