This is a song about "Clubbed to death"

A good head on her shoulders, i need to feel that

I'm sentenced to death, just 'cause i'm an idiot,

Listen here, i ain't lookin for no tears

With blood splatters on them yet i still look fresh to death

Cause what is love if you ain't discover love at heart

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

Obviously have yet to unveil the fear of death so get bodied

Roley, rolex, relaxsay she just gave me head, leaned over in the front seat

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

And wale been tellin' other rappers take a deep breath

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

Help me pay my little rent, maybe sit in a benz

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

Like i went to sierra leone in a homecoming dress