This is a song about "The death of a true thug"

And fuck the fat lady, it's over when all the kids sing

The certainty of death is gradually increasing,

Are you afraid of a thug? you're not man enough

So i guess i’m good naira,yoruba love give em my love

The freshness of my breath bring your death

And i'm a just take another guess

I'm lights out pull the plug you should feel me like a thug

You no good like a stripper with a "a" cup

Like shadows in the valley of death

Clicquot for the girls in the tight dress

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

To the 'r'. ruin niggas hopes of success

He in bootcamp, you on food stamps

The river of death has brimmed his banks

And now the chance of my death increases.

Here i go again, searching for love