This is a song about "My dead freind"

You smell the ounce, i ain't even in ya house yet

And to prove it i can be virgin to my fucking dead.

Is not far from white girls with big bread

My friend lost his leg,army are dead

Anti-violent...stylin, lyrically inclined and

Because of my mom and her dead beat husband

So don't be acting shyi run my fingers through your hairthen i lay you on the bed

Im way out of my head, i can't think anymore my brain i fried, it's dead

‘cause he could die any day and you still the same thing

My phone isn't dead cause i can hear it beeping

My written's imprinted in the hidden book of the dead

I'm wolf, ace gon' put that fucking hole in my head

Still got my future ahead, should be happy i'm not dead

- or i'mma fuckin' put this gun in your fuckin' head

When some shit pops in my head, my mind is crazy, hops, drops, and flops until its dead

Leasin' a vehicle quick enough to see people that don't even exist yet