This is a song about "The after life"

And you’re the motherfucker he’s after.

Real nigga no pistol to keep to shoot her

Killer stay uptown, louden va tree

I am the show and the after party

Listen busters, scarier when i finger fuck her

Fuckin' beat the shit out of him, watch 'em talk smack after,

Chasin a 600 benz ambition after the tenth

But i'd just rather 2-step, like my first steps

Cause i ain't really care what the rest say

After the rain, comes a new day

Fed her acid now the duct tape quacks back at her

Fuckin' beat the shit out of him, watch 'em talk smack after,

Superficial suspense after the initial recess

I had dollars for a young’un ever had cents

You in your after life fitting in hell perfectly

They giving pounds and that before get the money