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

Death//i keep you smoking more than a spoon of meth//the only way you don't

Cause you know, aside from me strugglin' or coming up in one of the most

Baby i’mma mess, mess

Give a mic the kiss of death

I fly em, i’m outta reachcause denim is everything

A thug on drugs, a gangsta, load the chambers, it's rodney king,

It lets u think and rest, never at the brink of death

But i can't keep you baby girl i'mma confess

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

I’m a rare one, camo’s and some rare ones

This rap shit til the death of libertines

Get grand slam fans out of they seats

I'll hang you on a hook near the brink of death

And i'm a legend in the flesh that dress to impress

Cause if i shoot blanks, oops, thanks

The river of death has brimmed his banks