This is a song about "Death of an og"

And wale been tellin' other rappers take a deep breath

I see colors of red, mothers n' brothers are plunging to death

Only real niggas stay on top

These bars but there all og

I collect debts an post death threats, pain inflicter amoungst your sister,

I see a f-cken stargot your momma screamingohh look in the mirror

I'm sick of seeing ghetto-grown kids who nearly fight to death,

Cause it'll never be the same hereso i wipe away the tears

Froze my bank account and seized my guarantee

Of his death, such similarity

I'll hang you on a hook near the brink of death

To the 'r'. ruin niggas hopes of success

Bathing and enriching hopes and sensation of death,

Body holy water blessed, i'm feeling the stress

Clicquot for the girls in the tight dress

The freshness of my breath bring your death