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

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

So bitches hate to do me like it's convict community service

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

With plans to reach the end even if i had to star slow

Before these motherfuckers see me sufferinbut it ain't nothin

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

In need of a friend who takes the time to listen

I’m pitchin bitches thats dreamin’ thinking i'm trickin’ chicken

To heaven's door -- shed so many tears

Give a mic the kiss of death

Tell the lady in the liquorstore that she's forgiven, so come home

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

See these lights got me on another level

But living underground as a friend of the devil,

Fuck you bunch is here, never disrespect my family

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