This is a song about "Always fresh to death"

So tell me i ain't shit, go and embellish it a bit

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

And i walk in to hear the smell of a fresh bong,

Cause in my criminal mind, nobody violates the don

Try to stay fresh rather than something that i let rot,

I'm a fucking walking paradox, no i'm not

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

Now you probably wishing that you would have said yes

No dirt weed, give me purp with no seeds, please aboard

I skateboard with my hoard to buy a fresh extension cord

Ain't seen his seed in 14 days, that nigga too weak

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

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

And eat about four bowls of some frozen ice cream

I'm fresh to death doper then uncut meth

Baptized in eternal fire i'll shed so many tears