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

Used to catch us on the roof or behind the stairs

I'm a genuine dexter, i kill the time with death

Cause he tried to educate and liberate all blacks

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

And i'm a hit'cha wit the blow of death

Listen here, i ain't lookin for no tears

Like a condom that's scuffed up, i'm the wrong one to fuck with

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

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

The best is that which i accept and nothing less

In need of a friend who takes the time to listen

The mind on me just shine on them, you shadow women

I nevermind a mind beyond vagina

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