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

I just want a best friend

Might as well get it off yo’ chest

If the feds run up on you , you're going to death row

Yeah live from the soho, and hov told me i'd blow joe

How i'm like bobby deniro, joe pesc and them cats

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

See you later, cause baby i'm a player, and all i heard was

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

Kill 'em all, o.f. is what i represent

If you let me, i'm not just a friend,

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

Hop over, run backwards, with a knap sack of green supreme hats

Eatin nubo dishes, with my soul food princess

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

To make karma come faster than she normally will

But living underground as a friend of the devil,