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

But living underground as a friend of the devil,

Me and kweli come together like two pieces of metal

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

For all my homies in the pen, many peers deadniggas still ballin

I guess that’s why all of these niggas get bent

Talking about a friend, of a friend

I’m just multiplying my money and dividing the legs

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

I’m a king to these niggas, love a queen, fuck the bitches

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

Doin time for slowguess she made a bad decision

In need of a friend who takes the time to listen

Give a mic the kiss of death

Carefree i don’t need the stress

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

Eatin nubo dishes, with my soul food princess