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

How you niggas pimpin if you spendin on vagina

I'm a death reaper, words cannot express, see the

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

But buy a .44, blasting at playa haterswanting more with a thug passion

I was shivering 'cause i was scared, what if as a friend she leave me.

Lips, hips, hair drops down her back, crazy, body frame, crazy

They say hip-hop's dead, i believe it's just the fans

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

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

I caught a felony lovin the way the guns blow

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

In need of a friend who takes the time to listen

You can all get hit and we ain't lenient to women