This is a song about "16 on death row"

That’s why you never expect to see me say goodbye

Thy art is murder death is passion aline your heads on my

Like nas illmatic i never sleep cause sleep is the cousin death

Cause it'll never be the same hereso i wipe away the tears

Niggas hating but i love them even though they trying to scheme

My rhymes brought you to death row.7-15 rehabbing like a hooker gettin clean.

Faith, all you need is the size of a mustard seed

But that aint me , got goons on the block death row they seek

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

I’m just multiplying my money and dividing the legs

That's why they can't mess up my flow

Deemed wanted, iv earned death row

At the tender age of 12, and you feel that no one cares

Where your choppy lyrics fade until your insurmountable death,

The day before is better than the present

My jordan's pressin down death on his chest.