This is a song about "Bored to death"

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

Everybody coming home deserve a white benz

To blow off my steam without encountering my death,

Becoming a good rapper ain't that easy of a process

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

And i'm a legend in the flesh that dress to impress

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

Now you probably wishing that you would have said yes

And what remains from a twelve gauge to the brainarguements with my boo is true

And i wrote this song because i was bored and needed something to do

Now i m getting bored and started to write this shit...

And they say i'm over heads cuz they don't understand... that

He had a taste and had to chase, but i got bored and had to skate

Petey pop off, rip, free lou, been lootin’ money since like fourth grade

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

Didn't make it through college, still debating my progress