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

No soprano, half black half white, i’m a piano

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

But living underground as a friend of the devil,

Forever i ain't run yet and i never will

Everybody coming home deserve a white benz

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

But oh i can’t stay away, not never, your my home, home, home

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

I just want a best friend

Hold my tears i tried my best

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

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

I give bitches dick and leave

The death that bloats like a disease

Cause i walk around with pockets that are bigger than my bus

What a nervous purchase a death circuit i stick to the surface/