This is a song about "Rap of death"

As long as there is the opposite of death

To the 'r'. ruin niggas hopes of success

Tryna make a difference where i'm from, where you live

The death of me would be their biggest relief/ because i've

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

I stare in your eyes in your final moments of death

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

Cause it'll never be the same hereso i wipe away the tears

Cause she's playing both roles like her occupation was dyke, fucking right

Cuz it was the death of big pun does anybody else see how my rap career might

Welcome back to class, bitch, grab on to your glasses

And now the chance of my death increases.

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

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

I never change, i'm like a corpse in a coffin, six feet shit's deep

Obviously have yet to unveil the fear of death so get bodied