This is a song about "Your almost dead"

Give 'em guns, step back, watch em kill each other"it's time to fight back", that's what huey said

Of willing to aim, a gun, to your forehead, its not fun, to wish you were dead.

Everybody finger point in your direction

Dumping your dead body in a national intersection.

Don't even try to cry your way out of this, you're almost home,

I know i ain’t perfect, i’m out here working for the throne

Dead they chose money over your head"

I work hard for everything i get

My life is almost as fucked up as your mind is.

And when you know you a catch it’s hard to pass up these bitches

And i feel that feeling-i'm almost dead

Ready to watch? i'm a slip it in the tape deck

What can you tickle that can make a dinosaur giggle

Your rhymes are soweak it's almost like they are theological,