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

Yes sir, please confess

Give a mic the kiss of death

Dreamy little bastard, i done ran outta luck now

Lost a style but luckily, i garnered one; it's awkward how

Know it hurts that she flirts with a nigga this is worse

Culture lost in a vortex of racial caricatures

It’s a party in my pants and you invited with all that dance

At the brink of death he cried out to god ''why?'' give me one more chance

I popped him in his knees and shot him, punk.. please..cause cops should mind they business, when we rush

After , many loved lost what a disaster , my heart left fractured , the meaning of

I've conversed with the valley of death, and it tells me it's a test.

Selling my assets, i'm so damn illegal that i need to be arrest

They leave...u-turn...customers, we serve em right

A plate full of death with a side of fluoride