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

Just say he's the best

I just want a best friend

Yeahpour out a little liquor for your homies nigga

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

Young money, cash money so strong, keep scorin’, i’ma bring it on home

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

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

I smoke the greenest of medicine till the government let us win

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

Lost a couple friends, cool; nigga made a lot of fans

But living underground as a friend of the devil,

Don’t wanna have me then somebody will

Cause there'll never be peace

The death that bloats like a disease

Ain't have to see-saw, i'm already scared

Don't worry for in the lord you have a friend