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

But even when you leave, somehow it still try to follow

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

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

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

O.f. is the coldest thing, and i'm the fuckin' general

But living underground as a friend of the devil,

And we way too young to know love, maybe not but we don't need no rush

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

In need of a friend who takes the time to listen

"ma, i gotta eat...i don't know your religion

Clicquot for the girls in the tight dress

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

Right flows down and they might go nice

The death that bloats like a disease