This is a song about "Death grips"

Hot whips somethin cold on my feet

I'll make you bleed, death guaranteed.

Games been tamed iced veins to rain death,

To heaven's door -- shed so many tears

Can't land little roller, i be keeping the fly

But the devil's hand grips my spine and keeps my head held high

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

The best is that which i accept and nothing less

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

I'm a genuine dexter, i kill the time with death

The freshness of my breath bring your death

To the 'r'. ruin niggas hopes of success

Death is a bitch i know

Ok you think a nigga shallow

Carefree i don’t need the stress

All i want now, is death