This is a song about "A friends death"

What a nervous purchase a death circuit i stick to the surface/

But i pray these everlasting groupies don't fuck up this love

I got a girlfriend she like them gucci shoes

You have a decision, life or death... choose

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

I had dollars for a young’un ever had cents

What a perfect couple my friends told me

I'm leaving you for the last time, baby

The best is that which i accept and nothing less

Take a seat, while i verbally beat you to death

Give me black bitches, white hoes, new clothes

In a cycle of death i'm killing gyros

Cause i'll be honest: i ain't tryna be a victim of the projects

Or cause your alone so much without a society of friends