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

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

If you give up this battle, i might make it a fast death,

Didn't make it through college, still debating my progress

I just want a best friend

Niggas in the street scared

Woke up in the morning, mourning without a friend

That's why i never claimed i was the best

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

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

To heaven's door -- shed so many tears

But i pray these everlasting groupies don't fuck up this love

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

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

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