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

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

Like that's going to make up for the years and the tears

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

Without her making attempts to garner all of my attention

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

I feel something change in the weather, and i’m home, home, home

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

Everybody coming home deserve a white benz

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

Talking about a friend, of a friend

Now you gotta make it easy for me don't run

In need of a friend who takes the time to listen