This is a song about "Dying a slow miserable death"

If you try to hang with me you should finally truly see

Your fucking skinnier than the bare branches on a dying tree,

I can taste the salt from my tears

Drivin a hearse, re birthed, through death,

Consisting of all existing emcees, its a breeze, breathe slow

Even when the skies is grey, and my money was low

Give a mic the kiss of death

Yes sir, please confess

I'll hang you on a hook near the brink of death

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

Make a drive by send them fuckin bloods dying

Cause right now i got my little boy crying

My niggas is winning though

I think a nigga wanna drive slow..