This is a song about "Death before dishonor"

Through the years tryin to stack a little green

Death is in my dreams, death makes you weak bitches scream,

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

Bathing and enriching hopes and sensation of death,

So hold back ya tears

Give a mic the kiss of death

I fear not death before its my time i'm liquid cyanide,

At monster madness doing drive by's on a fucking fixie bike

I'm not moving like a cartoon

Preferably before noon

All i want now, is death

Dc has never seen such progress

Ran with the local crew and had a smoke or twoand i realize momma really paid the price

Cause when i flare it like staring death in the eyes before you say you're goodbyes,

If you ain't about money

Of his death, such similarity