This is a song about "Iced to death"

Keep rappin about green cause you're gettin stoned to death

See i can’t keep you baby girl i'mma confess

I'm sick of seeing ghetto-grown kids who nearly fight to death,

Like i went to sierra leone in a homecoming dress

Grow older, closer to death.

Spending her time with him i guess

Right this minute, they say i'm buzzing hard

Small things turn to the big - one death to the graveyard

And wale been tellin' other rappers take a deep breath

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

Body holy water blessed, i'm feeling the stress

Me and my crew the best we do this to the death

Im iced up in my ear and watch

Freshjive, yeah i get it no charge