This is a song about "The death of patricia"

The death of me would be their biggest relief/ because i've

See niggas lose it all and follow that liquor advice

Fed ain't dumb but they sittin' in the cold dark

Cause of death self-inflicted gunshot to the heart

Death is the credit to terrorists / severing heads of degenerates

Cry, die, tie, then sigh from relief from bottling up too much grief ever since

The death of intelligence, replaced by radio and audio waves

Playing the simple minded that's blinded by the pearly gates,

So either you dont believe in a nigga dreams

This rap shit til the death of libertines

I got a green bag with them blue strands

The river of death has brimmed his banks

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

See i can’t keep you baby girl i'mma confess

Niggas clocking dollars don’t know how to read with mouths to feed

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