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

The death that bloats like a disease

Niggas wanna know why i'm so nice

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

That happen to act like a black president

Young money, cash money so strong, keep scorin’, i’ma bring it on home

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

With my semen and oppressed by my give a fuck less

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

I done put them percs down, think i'm 'bout to relapse

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

Carefree i don’t need the stress

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

I sip the def ale with all the fly women

In need of a friend who takes the time to listen

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

Have some adultery, baby, don't you go be so childish