This is a song about "Death of a lost one"

Off the blunt end of a sharp blade he tastes, he's lost his way,

And that little nigga nigga, thinks its okay

And that's a better reason to for me to take advantage with sex

Of a penance stare to a decadent to grant him death by recompense

Yeah, yo boosie i was thinkin' i lost a lot of homeboys

Everything be rem, my eyes look like them chinese boys

Bathing and enriching hopes and sensation of death,

Everybody coming home deserve a white benz

Give a mic the kiss of death

I just play my part make moves like chess

I'm through trial, no more smiles, for a couple years

Culture lost in a vortex of racial caricatures