This is a song about "I leave you in a pool of my blood seeing you cry hurts me more"

I live the street life, ya heard? guns, money and birds

You all fuck me up, don't you understand it hurts?

Center of their scull and watchem fall into their own pool a blood while

I’m at the altar sayin’ my vows, to this benjamin franklin pile

Would make you swallow more balls than tables at pool halls

Flyer than the rest of ‘em, i hold the beat to reinforce

Im neck and neck with a swimmer, while you chillin in the kiddie pool

The straight life's like a sedative, everything's cool

I toss and turn at night in a pool of sweat

Making love to the streets, they be lusting for bread

The marathon of this game always changes in pace

You run i chase ends in a blood covered face

Cry "daddy i missed you, i don't want you to leave this place/

That he felt when he dealt with the physiological phase

Make you cry for 8 nights, my rhymes are more terrifying than stage fright.

And i been fucking with cosby since i was ten, you damn right