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

You can bet your bottom dollar the bottom lips will need stitches

If you stepping where my steps is you just asking for a death wish

Matter fact i am farmer john milkin' cattle tracks

Help out a friend who's living with the rats and eating scraps

In need of a friend who takes the time to listen

This meeting just begun, nigga i'm satan's son

I thought you were a friend

Niggas in the street scared

For all my homies in the pen, many peers deadniggas still ballin

Skin but you my friend look like as if someone peeled off a potato skin.

When i cock the beam back, i'm aiming for supreme hats

Help out a friend who's living with the rats and eating scraps