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

They infiltrate our homes, africa

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

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

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

How i'm like bobby deniro, joe pesc and them cats

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

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

Talking about a friend, of a friend

One parent above, the other live scared

But living underground as a friend of the devil,

I got nothing against them, they got fucking potential

I know a bunch of envious niggas don't love my city

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

I don't give a fuck, like a senior citizen

In need of a friend who takes the time to listen