This is a song about "Sudden death player killing drop you"

Ok, you probably think i get ‘em all with the cash flow

Are you really a player? you claim 'slayer rides rhino

Imagination's dangerous, it's the only way to escape this mess

I told myself i'd live with no regrets even if my life comes to a sudden death.

Sudden realization

It ain't where i been

Used to catch us on the roof or behind the stairs

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

I got a dollar and a dream, real niggas on my team

Death is in my dreams, death makes you weak bitches scream,

Please hold your applause

Now you got that drop off

So if you can make past that, well congratulations, you past death

Didn't make it through college, still debating my progress

Ain't going to stop killing till i drop,

Only real niggas stay on top