This is a song about "Death in cali"

Dc has never seen such progress

They will be in this game to the death

I wallow in death meadow, screams echo, my head's hallow

Cause all i really wanna do is fuck and snort blow

Nigga, i'm a samurai, cut your skinny ass in half

Death maps, in a lion's sense, alliances, are made by riff-raff,

Death chills in my reflection, kills through my handshake.

Drink a fifth of hennessy and then take another fade

But they’re pulled in ‘till they’re dead or sitting at death row,

We got stripes in my city, ain't none of my niggas yankees though

I’m just multiplying my money and dividing the legs

They slept in death, hung from a wire that held their necks

You niggas is anything, my bitches get everything

Kill you in the cypher,death in the first meeting

No patience never waitin condo in south cali no she bankin'

But buy a .44, blasting at playa haterswanting more with a thug passion