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

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

I’m a king to these niggas, love a queen, fuck the bitches

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

To the 'r'. ruin niggas hopes of success

The best is that which i accept and nothing less

I always tell the truth even if it leads to my death

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

At times i look in the mirror to boost my fucking ego

If you let me, i'm not just a friend,

Plus 11-99 in his muthafuckin' chest

And last but not least please don't tell no one

In need of a friend who takes the time to listen

I told myself i'd live with no regrets even if my life comes to a sudden death.

Imagination's dangerous, it's the only way to escape this mess

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