This is a song about "Visions of death"

Give a mic the kiss of death

I'm hoping i confess

And now the chance of my death increases.

Rub the wood and ima show em love

The freshness of my breath bring your death

And i'm a just take another guess

I have visions of demons lurking around in my room,

I am out of this world and you a man on the moon

To achieve any of these, we just let these visions past by,

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

That's a super prison where its useless thinking of future visions

Real enough to admit i listen to people's opinions

Now i got visions of sippin lean with rocky gettin horizontal/

Every second tell me how you pressed em at the monte crystal

Daddy was a kingpin, a couple milli buried

Her life full of mysteries, and sinister visions peek,