This is a song about "Deaths"

Nigga, this nigga's forehead is so fuckin' big

Blunt draggin fanatic the deaths are systematic

And as for us, we was different though. things have gotten difficult

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

My hands are tied so i guess your deaths justified.

I once contemplated suicide, and woulda tried

Shout out to joe and chris, it's a.p on my wrist

I'd give anything to get him off deaths list

The concept is so absurd

Leaving deaths unanswered.

People don't condone what they've never seen

I create more deaths than nicotine

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

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