This is a song about "Artificial death in the west"

I skated all day, i just need some rest, i'm depressed

Y'all should follow me, cause i'll be the next kanye west.

West side, zone 1, who want the anna?

Killa, heatmakerz, juelz santana

I am the next kanye west

Plus 11-99 in his muthafuckin' chest

Selling my assets, i'm so damn illegal that i need to be arrest

Don't give me any crap talk, there's a lot in excess, might just move west

And i move across your membrane, you loose against my insane

Ugh, here we go again, rapping in west sydney we bring the pain.

Yeah hail mary full of grace

Im staring death straight in the face

I stared death in the eyes a couple times

Niggas couldn’t tell if i was dead or alive