This is a song about "Death is on the door"

I skated all day, i just need some rest, i'm depressed

Come and rap at me the door is open, be my guest

If the feds run up on you , you're going to death row

Everyday we party hard like there ain't no tomorrow

Secrets r hidden within the clouds

Knocks on the door, even gives him a few shouts

This just ain't no song shit, do this for my city joe

I'm on a death row,so death is a bitch i know

She glided the blade across her wrist she hears banging on the door,

Do he make you feel important than how you felt before

My style is like a door, all y'all niggas will knock on it,

And you can check my stats cuz worldwide they attesting to that

With my semen and oppressed by my give a fuck less

My style is inconceivable the reason for your death

Type of life a nigga kill or go to jail for

Punch a cop in the throat cuz he knocked on my front door