This is a song about "Valley of death"

I see colors of red, mothers n' brothers are plunging to death

Becoming a good rapper ain't that easy of a process

And wale been tellin' other rappers take a deep breath

Bathing and enriching hopes and sensation of death,

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

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

Listen here, i ain't lookin for no tears

The freshness of my breath bring your death

You know when your transmission go out and can't switch gears

Not were in the valley of the shadow pioneers

As long as there is the opposite of death

With my semen and oppressed by my give a fuck less

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

Now you probably wishing that you would have said yes

This rap shit til the death of libertines

In private, not public in the streets