This is a song about "I m no longer alive"

Dad wasn't around -- my father figure was too short

I shed a tear for the pork i no longer poke with my fork,

Since my last rhyme - the crime rate ain't declineniggas bustin shots like they lost they mind

I fuckin survive bitch i am alive you whore no ammunition i am surprised

I was no longer just a name on the role call,

A real life viking, shout out to st. paul

The bitch badder than any bitch that you name

My fear i can no longer contain

Now that am no longer b i g

I just want somebody i can see

And i was no longer able to hear my songs on the stereo

Apparentally it make you argue morethe more things you throw

For fear is not a problem no longer,

Ay yo you wonder who i are

So i can write about my life of sina couple bottles of gin

I no longer give a fuck, i'm saying fuck my reputation