This is a song about "Lossing someone to death"

Never commit to stacking someone else's cream

Went to sleep at seven never woke up from the dream

I just want someone to listen

Bet your bottom dollar before i'm done

Just to try to get a piece of success, love me less

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

Now the dashboard is wooden from a hard-tangled grammar

Someone wants to beef, oopsy daisy i'ma splatter,

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

I always tell the truth even if it leads to my death

She glammed up behind that eyeliner i know there's tears

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

Two kids, wide hips, found something in her we didn't see

Cos there should be someone watching ur death ceremony

Leave you then find someone to replace.

Ya'll don't move em' you dudes is at that slow pace