This is a song about "Death in portsmouth"

Sitting in the vile muck just awaiting for death

Just to try to get a piece of success, love me less

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

But inside of my pocket is a dollar plus a dream

Like shadows in the valley of death

My brother got knocked now they hold him in cells

Probably seen meaner bars probably in the feds

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

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

Tmott pa palace flow, hugo boss new balance flow

‘cause i’m addicted and you the drug, cold turkey? no sir

I find it funny as hell his death was in a motor

And i was getting whipped at home in sixth grade

Nor shall death brag thou wanderest in his shade,