This is a song about "The death of someone special"

Yeah months in every night she's in tears

I'll hang you on a hook near the brink of death

Clicquot for the girls in the tight dress

Like shadows in the valley of death

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

Feed niggas shells like my motherfucking beach is nice

That bastard was buzzing like woody so we get it for free

Because they will be the cause of death eventually

Listen here, i ain't lookin for no tears

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

See, the luxury that we accustomed to, i take a smut to eat

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

As long as there is the opposite of death

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

This rap shit til the death of libertines

Can barely walk the city streets