This is a song about "Rap of death"

Give a mic the kiss of death

Yes sir, please confess

Me i'm like a young simba i can't wait to be the king

The certainty of death is gradually increasing,

I rap about death hate and even fear, i just want to confess create lookin in the mirror,

Jealousy inside, make'em wish i diedoh my lord, tell me what i'm livin' for

But not the numbers i makeload up that wild boy

But booya booya boy 100 bars of death assassinate destroy

Like shadows in the valley of death

Dc has never seen such progress

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

But, it's my own kind doin' all the killin' herei can't lie, ain't no love for the other side

And now the chance of my death increases.

Yo, bubble gum that reese's pieces

I'll hang you on a hook near the brink of death

Used to catch us on the roof or behind the stairs