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

The chosen one in a bunch of matter

I never use a fork i always spoon her

Bitches don't clap with their hands, so i do not talk to my hands

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

Wale and k'naan, they don't know is there radio

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

Told me you loved me, always thought of me,

If you don’t recognize, you gon’ see

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

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

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

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

Give a mic the kiss of death

Dc has never seen such progress

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

Help me pay my little rent, maybe sit in a benz