This is a song about "Deaths comming"

Now i'm comming after you with a gun fully loaded

Shit i represent is killin' niggas and shit

Mixed cocktails, shaken not stirred

Leaving deaths unanswered.

Highest form of respect, if you say you're not ready

Can u see where im comming from how much you mean to me

Waiting on mom to bring me the aspirin from a trampoline jump

We won't do shit for it, lay back on our asses with child deaths imminent/

M.o.b.! nigga we ridei hit the charts like a stick-up kid

Blunt draggin fanatic the deaths are systematic

Sent to their deaths by the vicious power brokers/

My only purpose is to jerk it cause it has a curve

3 deaths..in 1 summer goin days without noooo sleep.......

But little old me with the few facts that i speak