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

I'm takin' notes, havana flow, i'm feelin' special

But living underground as a friend of the devil,

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

Before these motherfuckers see me sufferinbut it ain't nothin

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

If i could do it all again, have just one more chance

So i guess i’m good naira,yoruba love give em my love

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

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

They at the same spot they making no progress

Tell the lady in the liquorstore that she's forgiven, so come home

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

Ass shots in her seven jeans

The death that bloats like a disease