This is a song about "The inevitability of death"

Give a mic the kiss of death

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

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

She glammed up behind that eyeliner i know there's tears

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

Listen here, i ain't lookin for no tears

Because they will be the cause of death eventually

And you don’t understand my slang my colloquial’s lovely

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

I can manage on my own, you can still have your perfect life

The death of intelligence, replaced by radio and audio waves

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

By the claws of death, ready to now take me

But if you took a second mr. mirror, you would see