This is a song about "Then death of me"

Give a mic the kiss of death

And i'mma keep ya fresh

Hostile with them hoes, i got a dollar in my pocket plus a dream

Then spray to the victims who goes against me,i'm the new death machine

Enough/ the courts are to blame / made me this insane/ death of my

Getting high, see the demons in my eyes, before i die

Nsd till the death of me

Don't worry bout a thang baby

But i can't keep you baby girl i'mma confess

Bathing and enriching hopes and sensation of death,

Must be something you want me to see

Of his death, such similarity

My bitches ballin' to the maya moore's, yes

The freshness of my breath bring your death

It beckoned to be latched to me definitely till, the death of me when i rest in peace buried

Hands on the pump, makem jump when its cocked backfuckem all they're bitches inside a world of weak