This is a song about "Death of my friends"

Carefree i don’t need the stress

The freshness of my breath bring your death

Ain't no skipper but all my bitches is ginger hair

To carry 'em softly, not any of my friends stayed there,

Pick my enemies out the crowd, and motherfucker's die

Enough/ the courts are to blame / made me this insane/ death of my

The you of my son, family and friends will just drop.

She's a white vegetarian, i'll get this blonde cock

Keepin death on the top of my mind, checking out her body from behind,

Then bring your big bad ass to california, cause we ain't hard to find

Cuz it was the death of big pun does anybody else see how my rap career might

But, it's my own kind doin' all the killin' herei can't lie, ain't no love for the other side

Shake junt, get buck my friends

To increase my ends

I was taught to act my shoe size, never my age

I wish i had friends outside of my age range, does that sound strange,