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

Don't worry for in the lord you have a friend

Kill 'em all, o.f. is what i represent

I thought you were a friend

Hold my tears i tried my best

When i cock the beam back, i'm aiming for supreme hats

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

Probably seen meaner bars probably in the feds

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

Don’t let it drift away like a feather and i’m home, home, home

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

Carefree i don’t need the stress

Give a mic the kiss of death

With my semen and oppressed by my give a fuck less

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

Our history that they stole, africa

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