This is a song about "One day he had been on his side"

For all my homies in the pen, many peers deadniggas still ballin

He loves his fans an demands they understand how i've been

And we don't fucking make horrorcore, you fucking idiots

He blew ounces quick, his deficient existence had astounded kids

Why he had to be the one

In earth, as it is in heaven

All the shit that his dealing on his own, if only he had a friend to phone

Tell the lady in the liquorstore that she's forgiven, so come home

The race war, when it's us against all of them

He pries the night, so one day he might fly again/

Till he's had a girl he can say is truly his,

Smell the folgers get the scrotum out your focus

As well as supper; then i'll rummage through her ruptured cunt

Out there on his own, no one liked mike because he was different,

They say, trojans never break but it ain't that

Its been a month since he lost his guts to rap