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

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

I found myself losing focus at a sunday service

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

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

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

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

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.

And wale been tellin' other rappers take a deep breath

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

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

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

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

She said look ma, no hands and no darling i don't dance

So just let me get it, girlwhen it's all said and done

In need of a friend who takes the time to listen