This is a song about "Death of a friend"

That's why i never claimed i was the best

And she wanted the parts of my friend

Bitch, you tried to play me like a dummy

Of his death, such similarity

I guess that’s why all of these niggas get bent

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

Niggas in the street scared

I thought you were a friend

Bathing and enriching hopes and sensation of death,

They'll tell you i'm a legend in the flesh that dress to impress

Box logo on my muthafuckin' chest

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

So you don't drown, when you decide to follow

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

The freshness of my breath bring your death

I just play my part make moves like chess