This is a song about "He was too young at 31 that wasn t his fate"

What could you do ?if it was up to you

I thought i'd finish his ass at summer jam too

Mama ain't raise no fool, true

And that fucking bitch friend of his too."

My city's culture to the game now in existence

But when he discovered he was hopeless he gathered his things,

So much in his mind he cant focus on one thing at a time he was going bitterly insane

Tryin to cop a slice of pizza with my last dimecan't explain, just what attracts me to this dirty game

Of course they all hate

When i was mad at fate

The man he was, awed at his past tense/

Dominating of the eastside shall commence

I was hyper because i didn't get attention from my real pops

Friend walks threw the door. but his friend had something else that he was