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

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

I ain't gotta tell you they know about me, huh

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

Off of smashing the jack,i had yager we got back to bills,cops looking for us

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

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

Beach on the weekend

I just want a best friend

Gettin good graces, take his money, aa-another one

In need of a friend who takes the time to listen

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

But buy a .44, blasting at playa haterswanting more with a thug passion

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

If you give up this battle, i might make it a fast death,

And i'm a legend in the flesh that dress to impress