This is a song about "Death losing a brother drugs and guns"

Not the drugs, but on tracks and i'm still a

In pajamas i snuck out to watch santa

This is my thesis my minds a puzzle and i'm losing the pieces,

But i pray these everlasting groupies don't fuck up this love

And i'm a hit'cha wit the blow of death

The best is that which i accept and nothing less

Guns, knives, and gear, i'm a military volunteer, now it's all clear,

A legend out here, and i'm ending careers by the end of my year

Cause my mother let me do what i want

Still no drugs, guns, knives or lives lost.

Fuck rappin' about smokin' drugs, they hurtin' your lungs, tons, of guns.

Until then, my feet planted on the ground, shadowboxing my conscience

A sister with big boobs and tight ass and a brother who go in 4th class

I need me an engine that go real fast, call it hall/haul of fame once it haul ass