This is a song about "Blead to death"

They at the same spot they making no progress

Me and my crew the best we do this to the death

Small things turn to the big - one death to the graveyard

But shit, let me explain- it's because times been hard

I'm sick of seeing ghetto-grown kids who nearly fight to death,

Body holy water blessed, i'm feeling the stress

I'm in a rare breed, extraordinary league

They get starved to death, caged and fed only dicks to keep

That involve ballpark franks and silver duct tape

Cause you chose to fuck with death and now its to late

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

I'm sick of seeing ghetto-grown kids who nearly fight to death,

I'm fresh to death doper then uncut meth

I'm godbless, i'm success so fuck stress

I'm fresh to death, i'm hotta then ya'll

You get close but no cigar