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

I treat bitches straight up, like simon says

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

If you give up this battle, i might make it a fast death,

Like that's going to make up for the years and the tears

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

I caught a felony loving the way the guns blow

I nevermind a mind beyond vagina

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

Tell the lady in the liquorstore that she's forgiven, so come home

The death that bloats like a disease

Right flows down and they might go nice

Without her making attempts to garner all of my attention

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

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

Outta town rapper, bitches love to hear my accent