This is a song about "Born to die"

Flow so sick thought he wrote the rap for him - no sir

I'm a born fighter, sworn to nothing but a lighter/

Enemies right outside, everyday i'm ready to die./

K o d, m i a, twenty racks, let it fly

Money got me sagging, it really doesn't matter

I was born to do great things, i aint just speaking chatter

Dreamin on a lullaby

Or somthing and wait to die

Damn is your mattress dry

Why do people have to die

I was born to be a king

Ay, there ain't no telling

That's the window into the sky

You are going to die