This is a song about "Clubbed to death"

With my semen and oppressed by my give a fuck less

Keep rappin about green cause you're gettin stoned to death

And wale been tellin' other rappers take a deep breath

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

Games been tamed iced veins to rain death,

I just play my part make moves like chess

I felt like i needed to die my own death,

Yeah months in every night she's in tears

My fuckin second verse is over,being too small,rapping to death

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

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

I see colors of red, mothers n' brothers are plunging to death

Once it was cut been out of luck, i've had to fight to the death

At the tender age of 12, and you feel that no one cares

Ain't better, you better rebel, smell cheddar and shells

To blow off my steam without encountering my death,