This is a song about "Death wakes us up"

In the clouds looking down, i ain't even in a rush

They try to sue us up in court, lawyers, open cases,

Another morning he wakes up screaming, how he lost his dreams in

Caught up and slipping for fearing a mcdonald’s position

Mama always told me i’d be famous

You can't open up, my crew, y'all can't cope with us,

And when we on the road, bitches follow the tour bus

One day that could all fall down, to gats they hold up on us,

Nothing's gonna compare to the sound in the morning which he wakes.

You think that we was learnin' from other rappers' mistakes

He fought us, got caught up, now selling dope on 21st block corner

I used to fiend for your sister, but never went up in her

Soon as para finite will paralyze her existence

By feeding us these images, of bloody death and porno clips,