This is a song about "End up in the morge with your friends"

Then you can tell your friends that you relaxed with the kid

Cause innocent women’ll stalk you if you fuck em good

Take her back to where i live

Or end your life with rhymes.

Your grind's feeble, i'm regal, really, i'm willy smith

The people that voted you are bitches your friends with.

All i want is you

Would end up in hell too!

Can't be positive, when the ghetto's where you live

In the end i have the only thing you left me with

Martin luther i must’ve seenmixtape, mix ya body with tapethat’s what that green’ll bring

Selling weed by the trees if your friends with the enemy than ya best be leaving

I shall not fear no man but godthough i walk through the valley of death

I should end up my battle with a kiss i was just trynna clean your rap mess

You end up sempiternally disassembled in the darkness

Cause i walk around with pockets that are bigger than my bus