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

Runnin this bitch, feel like i deserve a medal here

I lost a fucking friend, sometimes the pain is unreal

So nigga listen you can probably learn a lesson perhaps

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

They infiltrate our homes, africa

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

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

For all my homies in the pen, many peers deadniggas still ballin

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

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

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

Listen here, i ain't lookin for no tears

Optimism - wishin' make you too content

Woke up in the morning, mourning without a friend

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

Help me pay my little rent, maybe sit in a benz