This is a song about "The death of simone"

The freshness of my breath bring your death

I swear to give you nothing less, nothing less

Cause it'll never be the same hereso i wipe away the tears

Once it was cut been out of luck, i've had to fight to the death

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

With my semen and oppressed by my give a fuck less

Hit the club and i let it fly, claim you balling nigga telling lies

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

The death of intelligence, replaced by radio and audio waves

I would always keep a strong pace with a long face thinking of all the song names

Say a grown man can separate lust from love

And now the chance of my death increases.

Got me counting my blessings, it took me a-d to see

Because they will be the cause of death eventually