This is a song about "My freind shane"

Started off on thin ice

See my pain through my eyes,

You're my hero, my idol, my inspiration

Swift-made switch blades made a big incision in him

He in bootcamp, you on food stamps

Got my head in my hands.

A coward dies a thousand deaths

My wondrous success bombs my regrets

My rhymes propellers, words my instrument

About disaster in the world and

Had to wear the 13's with them

My words are my rhythm

My streaks my testament.

She forget about her husband

Drug dealer shane, lame eh?

My block, that's right! heh