This is a song about "Born to die"

Maserati’s my birthright car, pass it, i need another hit

Everybody is born with a talent but yours seems to be invalid

I was born to do the damn thing

Get it girl, keep that motor running

But now that we're free, let's be gone, you got me blazing high

Conspiracy theories, illuminati leaves the rest to die,

Cause either you gonna whine or you climb; i chose the latter

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

I was born to rap, i was born for that

Cause i'm ill bitch, they couldn’t make a pill for the rap

Now its your turn to die

That got your mother high

Keep your eyes open, i can only say i'll try

On the road to riches, krs and bdp, and ready to die,

Why do people have to die

In the lambo looking like a fly