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

Kill 'em all, o.f. is what i represent

If you let me, i'm not just a friend,

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

When i cock the beam back, i'm aiming for supreme hats

But i pray these everlasting groupies don't fuck up this love

What a nervous purchase a death circuit i stick to the surface/

She glammed up behind that eyeliner i know there's tears

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

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

And dj's play my records cause i make the needles dance

But living underground as a friend of the devil,

My jobs quite hard but see all of its mental

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

But i can't keep you baby girl i'mma confess

I'm godbless, i'm success so fuck stress

And i'm a hit'cha wit the blow of death