This is a song about "A friends death"

It’s a neighborhood where nervously i host black friends,

Came from humble beginnings now its nothing but ends

Until then my death is a rushing mystery

And i don’t know why you fuck niggas can’t see

The death that bloats like a disease

Kush, baby mama-less; yeah no seeds

My friends put me to a real test

Rare shit, trend setting yea i be the best

So i, i stack paper and keep it ghetto

I'm on a death row,so death is a bitch i know

Two chains, two guns, he bipolar

Forgot to say his friends with a soldier

To the 'r'. ruin niggas hopes of success

Drivin a hearse, re birthed, through death,

Took me a while just to write those

In a cycle of death i'm killing gyros