This is a song about "Jessica s death"

Grow older, closer to death.

To heaven's door -- shed so many tears

It's 14 racks, what i put on that purse

Money, cash, hoes, 420's the cleverest verse,

Left hand staggerin' on her muthafuckin' breast

S on my chest like a superman vest

It´s the battle of life

This is how she want to live

Baby i’mma mess, mess

All i want now, is death

Im just a young buck trapped in the mind of a man in his mid 80's

Becoming a good rapper ain't that easy of a process

Get wit this 90's baby tupac shit

And tell them bitches we real niggas is bout that

You know they bangin' in the car harder than 808's,

Now you probably wishing that you would have said yes