This is a song about "Death of a friend"

The freshness of my breath bring your death

To heaven's door -- shed so many tears

Bathing and enriching hopes and sensation of death,

When i die tell them to turn my coffin to stretch benz

Then push the milk on a slow bend

I just want a best friend

That's why i never claimed i was the best

And she wanted the parts of my friend

Death//i keep you smoking more than a spoon of meth//the only way you don't

Cause you know, aside from me strugglin' or coming up in one of the most

I like a chick wit big breasts on her chest

Don't call me "lover" or a "best friend",

I thought you were a friend

Plus 11-99 in his muthafuckin' chest

Don't worry for in the lord you have a friend

Box logo on my muthafuckin' chest