This is a song about "Valley of death"

Haters eyes gettin' wide like bench seats

This rap shit til the death of libertines

I've conversed with the valley of death, and it tells me it's a test.

Its somethin they never get, but fuck it i represent

And now that i’m getting money

Of his death, such similarity

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

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

The river of death has brimmed his banks

I'm on the stage, you in the stands

Took me a while just to write those

In a cycle of death i'm killing gyros