This is a song about "Your moms dead"

You keep continuing your gonna end up dead,

Rozay in effect, know how to make her wet

Shoes that i stole off your dead body

Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free

When we ride!it's the imperial serial killer

Meanwhile, your moms just lookin for the #highest #bidder

Head first in that goddamn river, you're dead

Dead they chose money over your head"

Dumping your dead body in a national intersection.

Meka scary, turn his white ass to a jim carrey twin

Creep with methrough that immortal flowthug passion got you tremblinglike death on the row

I got the sickest flow, i got your moms seven digits for 1 dollar not a penny mo,

Stop tryin to harvest your crop its done, its dead

The lights may flicker, your face feels red

O wait...your moms already did/

Like a villain i'm hated