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

Give a mic the kiss of death

I can taste the salt from my tears

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

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

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

It's nothing but a motherfucking undefended free throw

They're pulling your sleeve, don't believe

The death that bloats like a disease

But living underground as a friend of the devil,

Odd future is children that's fucked up in they mental

Like i went to sierra leone in a homecoming dress

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

Though my credits are slept, my ambition the best

Woke up in the morning, mourning without a friend

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

I be frontinand i'mma drink my hennessey like it ain't nothin