This is a song about "Someone suportive in my life"

In my life that i couldn't answer

I rush to tend her, talked as i touch her

Nobody gives a fuck about usbut when i start to rise

// his voice: it's time, someone must die. satanic voice:you pick! whose life?

I want in my life i can't run

So now she picks up the gun

Influenced by how you holding the uzi, someone life in ya hand

Sorry i'm so demanding, sick of dancing back to mansion and

How can it exist? poverty; in my life

We will never die, we are forever alive

Well... not at this point in my life

Crooked cops got a nigga scared to drive