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

The people that voted you are bitches your friends with.

Tryin' to celebrate my independence day, will smith

Nigga fuck the black and whites

Or end your life with rhymes.

Ya'll better hope 2012 really real, cause the way i feel i'mma make ya'll suffer

Back in california i've seen dead bodies end up in the dumpster

Ain't have to see-saw, i'm already scared

Friends first, but enemies unto the end.

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

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

Look in the medicine cabinet, lucky that i'm friends with savages

And i ain't worried bout a damn thang, with unconditional love