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

Niggas talkin' greasy, i'm the one that gave them they chance

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

Got my carry-on but really wish i had a pound with me though

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

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

And i'm a legend in the flesh that dress to impress

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

Bunch of so sayers, when they go to sleep tonight, well i just hope they said their prayers

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

Roll the whole mountain, now i’m on the couch bent

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