This is a song about "The shadow of death"

Like i went to sierra leone in a homecoming dress

Ur coffin is set, so choose the options of torture or death

Ya'll bullshittin', still goin on dates

Spheres of shadow strike the gates

Maxi pad, leave the beat brown like rihanna lips

Ironic how the fear of death is cured with assassins

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

They at the same spot they making no progress

Wear out tracks, let me do my thing, i got 16, for this roscoe thing

The certainty of death is gradually increasing,

Because they will be the cause of death eventually

You got ben's arranged money, have a benz or range money

Just let me explain this, why you pick up that stainless

Gratitude for access to the shadow of greatness

Even when i'm sleep, i got vision

Without a shadow of doubt i've won