This is a song about "One dead nigga"

Name one nigga fly as this stand up guy

Never meant to make your daughter to cry

Ya dead to me, brown grass nigga

Our children must be taught, of africa

Because now a nigga hot enough to fuck with one of satan' hoes

I be staying at the roosevelt more than marilyn goes

A fucking dead body, this one wasn't there for fun

Okay you dancing drinking on your last one

80 holes in your shirt, there: your own jamaican clothes

If a nigga creep, he get put to sleep dead folks

You tryin hard to maintain, then go head

There'll be no one left, by the time im dead,

Caught the one with the mace dead on his chin

All wale talking is ambition