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

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

Rappers was bullshitting, fuck it i ain't hating though

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

And i'mma throw this money while you do it with no hands

No snakes, royalty hating niggas don’t get no pussy

I was shivering 'cause i was scared, what if as a friend she leave me.

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

I found myself losing focus at a sunday service

Niggas in the street scared

I just want a best friend

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

We the motherfucking best, word to my mama

Way too big for my my fucking jeans

The death that bloats like a disease