This is a song about "The death if a friend"

And i'm a hit'cha wit the blow of death

They at the same spot they making no progress

Hold your applause until the ceremony end

Woke up in the morning, mourning without a friend

Rare shit, trend setting yea i be the best

Talking about a friend, of a friend

Give a mic the kiss of death

I shed so many tears

What a nervous purchase a death circuit i stick to the surface/

With canons hanging from our necks like it's a mothafuckin' circus

Young money, cash money so strong, keep scorin’, i’ma bring it on home

All the shit that his dealing on his own, if only he had a friend to phone

I lost a fucking friend, sometimes the pain is unreal

Usually defecation, now i'm pissing in your ear

Your a shell of a mani lost respect for you nigga

I'm a death reaper, words cannot express, see the