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

Don't worry for in the lord you have a friend

I’m watchin' espnbut when that show end

Body holy water blessed, i'm feeling the stress

I always tell the truth even if it leads to my death

Talking about a friend, of a friend

Half your body laying on my chest

And if you delete this rap you prove you're handicapped with broken legs

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

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

Watch this, hey quik let me see them binoculars, nigga

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

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

See i can’t keep you baby girl i'mma confess

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

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

But i don’t knock you i just blame it on your old head, rats