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

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

Though my credits are slept, my ambition the best

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

Poppa took the television, but left the radio

I’m a king to these niggas, love a queen, fuck the bitches

If you stepping where my steps is you just asking for a death wish

Okay today i was the freshest in my area

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

And wale been tellin' other rappers take a deep breath

I'm a genuine dexter, i kill the time with death

I swear to give you nothing less, nothing less

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

A lot of women from conversation could fall in love

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

Box logo on my muthafuckin' chest

Talking about a friend, of a friend