This is a song about "Valley of death"

Nsd till the death of me

Bitch, they call it motor city

This rap shit til the death of libertines

Way too big for my my fucking jeans

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

Like shadows in the valley of death

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

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

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

I'm sick of seeing ghetto-grown kids who nearly fight to death,

What up girl, tell me how you been

From the valley of oppression,

Bathing and enriching hopes and sensation of death,

When i die tell them to turn my coffin to stretch benz