This is a song about "Always fresh to death"

Think it's sweet, think he get money across the street

Ecstasy couldn't step to scenes i witness fresh and steep

Your rap is not fresh, its sucks, this fuck's choosin to

I guarantee our change whatever we go through

I skateboard with my hoard to buy a fresh extension cord

And gary coleman just passed: life is short

That creased up white tee...fresh fitted raider hat...always stay strapped test me

And that's reallife that i was aimed to belove by my family tree

It's fresh 2 death, you know that sound

Everytime you come around

We self-made but never is an i on the team

Fresh to death, swallow bleach, wine glass of mr. clean

Body holy water blessed, i'm feeling the stress

Cause i was about ready to fuckin choke you to death

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

I felt like i needed to die my own death,