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

My jobs quite hard but see all of its mental

But living underground as a friend of the devil,

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

I just play my part make moves like chess

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

So bitches hate to do me like it's convict community service

Rocking black and gold stocking caps and fleur-de-lis shockey hats

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

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

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

Bitches don't clap with their hands, so i do not talk to my hands

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

Now you probably wishing that you would have said yes

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

I just want a best friend

Then push the milk on a slow bend