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

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

I feel something change in the weather, and i’m home, home, home

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

Ain't better, you better rebel, smell cheddar and shells

But living underground as a friend of the devil,

To dream is to live life’s full potential

My bitches ballin' to the maya moore's, yes

I'm a genuine dexter, i kill the time with death

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

Hustle from regis and kelly into the late show

Rocking black and gold stocking caps and fleur-de-lis shockey hats

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

If you try to hang with me you should finally truly see

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

I'll hang you on a hook near the brink of death

They at the same spot they making no progress