This is a song about "Fresh to death"

It's fresh 2 death, you know that sound

Even if i miss she gon' rebound

I'm fresh to death, i'm hotta then ya'll

Hope my city is not too far

Cause im dressed to kill, fresh to death, get like me, bastard

And have them peoples leakin' like they cd isn't mastered

These hoes thuggin, these nigga's bitches don’t know the difference

Think you're fresh? talk to will smith. i've rocked these hills since

Cause it'll never be the same hereso i wipe away the tears

I see colors of red, mothers n' brothers are plunging to death

With blood splatters on them yet i still look fresh to death

Baptized in eternal fire i'll shed so many tears

I said im fly to death, buried fresh, j's all in my casket

To keep me happy there's no limit to the things you did

Your rap is not fresh, its sucks, this fuck's choosin to

To the hood: y'all don't need me, i need you