This is a song about "Bored to death"

Listen here, i ain't lookin for no tears

I felt like i needed to die my own death,

It's like i'm an alien who alienates by the herd, so as far as being heard

To my keyboard so i won't be bored and i can see more unencumbered

Niggas who be rapping how real they are

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

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

I felt like i needed to die my own death,

And i'mma keep ya fresh

Grow older, closer to death.

Nearly broke the guys fuckin arm and got kicked nearly to death

Like i went to sierra leone in a homecoming dress

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

She glammed up behind that eyeliner i know there's tears

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

Body holy water blessed, i'm feeling the stress