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

I treat bitches straight up, like simon says

Give a mic the kiss of death

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

Just to try to get a piece of success, love me less

They say hip-hop's dead, i believe it's just the fans

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

In need of a friend who takes the time to listen

Fucking chin-checkin' punks 'til he's outta breath and done

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

I found myself losing focus at a sunday service

I thought you were a friend

Stop it if you scared

Talking about a friend, of a friend

Uptown, moco, prince george, represent