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

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

That happen to act like a black president

And i know - there'll never be peace

The death that bloats like a disease

Give a mic the kiss of death

Wish i could shed all these tears

Might as well get it off yo’ chest

I thought you were a friend

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

Before these motherfuckers see me sufferinbut it ain't nothin

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

But oh i can’t stay away, not never, your my home, home, home

To make karma come faster than she normally will

But living underground as a friend of the devil,

I just want a best friend

Niggas in the street scared