This is a song about "Death to all"

I said im fly to death, buried fresh, j's all in my casket

Statistics say that niggas with no father ain't going to be shit

And i'm a legend in the flesh that dress to impress

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

Like i went to sierra leone in a homecoming dress

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

Throw her remains into acid and watch as they begin deteriating all the way to death row,

Tell me i ain't god's son, nigga mom a virginwe got evicted had to leave the burbs, back in the ghetto

But i can't keep you baby girl i'mma confess

I felt like i needed to die my own death,

Keep rappin about green cause you're gettin stoned to death

Body holy water blessed, i'm feeling the stress

I felt like i needed to die my own death,

See i can’t keep you baby girl i'mma confess

They at the same spot they making no progress

They will be in this game to the death