This is a song about "Letter to death"

What chu gonna do, laser me to death

I treat bitches straight up, like simon says

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

When i die tell them to turn my coffin to stretch benz

We gon' rep the city of folarin straight, that bait

A letter to his mother tells of his fatal mistake

With blood splatters on them yet i still look fresh to death

With my semen and oppressed by my give a fuck less

Ain't better, you better rebel, smell cheddar and shells

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

She's loosing her grasp, breath, gettin closer to her death,

Didn't make it through college, still debating my progress

I felt like i needed to die my own death,

Body holy water blessed, i'm feeling the stress

Fine women love losers, that treat 'em bad and cheap

Got a letter from the doctor saying to meet.