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

Five shots she ready to leave

The death that bloats like a disease

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

I feel something change in the weather, and i’m home, home, home

The best is that which i accept and nothing less

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

The day before is better than the present

Woke up in the morning, mourning without a friend

I like a chick wit big breasts on her chest

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

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

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

So bitches hate to do me like it's convict community service