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

The day before is better than the present

Talking about a friend, of a friend

But living underground as a friend of the devil,

I’m here forever, these other niggas scribble in pencil

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

Got all the black bitches mad cause my main bitch vanilla

The death that bloats like a disease

I'm everything that they call nice

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

Pass it down and still remain king,im amazing and they not even grazing us

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

Don’t let it drift away like a feather and i’m home, home, home

If you give up this battle, i might make it a fast death,

Body holy water blessed, i'm feeling the stress