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

Before these motherfuckers see me sufferinbut it ain't nothin

Skin but you my friend look like as if someone peeled off a potato skin.

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

But oh i can’t stay away, not never, your my home, home, home

To dream is to live life’s full potential

But living underground as a friend of the devil,

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

And if you delete this rap you prove you're handicapped with broken legs

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

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

When i die tell them to turn my coffin to stretch benz

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

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

I like a chick wit big breasts on her chest