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

You poser niggas ain't supposed to be here

I lost a fucking friend, sometimes the pain is unreal

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

Touring through the warmest cities with the coldest raps

You gotta breathe and be at ease

The death that bloats like a disease

I'm popping champagne, drinking till i'm jumping out the window

If the feds run up on you , you're going to death row

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

Hold my pistoland wrap your arms around a nigga

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

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

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

Ain't better, you better rebel, smell cheddar and shells

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