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

Woke up in the morning, mourning without a friend

You're the reason i can stand tall, me and my girlfriend

Riding around without a fuck given

In need of a friend who takes the time to listen

Roll the whole mountain, now i’m on the couch bent

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

The freshness of my breath bring your death

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

Make some move, ambition i’m on a level

But living underground as a friend of the devil,

Ur coffin is set, so choose the options of torture or death

Becoming a good rapper ain't that easy of a process

Why'd you slang crack? cause i had toa nigga gotta pay the fuckin rent

I've conversed with the valley of death, and it tells me it's a test.

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

The best is that which i accept and nothing less