This is a song about "Always fresh to death"

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

To him, nothing is funnymind set on one thing, making his money

Still standin' and in love with my prideheard frivolous beats, we past that

Rappin is my profession so i always come up with fresh shit.

Stealin' phones to call home but the line is off the hook

And me? i'm fresh prince, i'm will smith to the hood.

Write anything here to generate some fresh lines

You listenin' to her is leaving you with empty nights

Now you probably wishing that you would have said yes

She's loosing her grasp, breath, gettin closer to her death,

Nessy loch monster stop will he though? probably not

I'm so fresh bruce had to let me have a guest spot

I said im fly to death, buried fresh, j's all in my casket

When they hate, i never give a whole fuck, or half shit

Listen here, i ain't lookin for no tears

I'm fresh to death doper then uncut meth