This is a song about "Born to die rich"

I'll meet you in the sky

To raw i make da beat die

But in a way it's alright cause we're born to die

Man that eats me alive, roll the leaf and get high

Nigga, this how it sound if a truck could rap

I was born to rap, i was born for that

Rex ryan on these hoes, jet life forever bitch

Aint trying to front its the smoke that's mad me rich

To emancipate to participate born new candidate born president no longer a resident

Making g's was my missionmoving enough of this shit to get my mama out the kitchen and

And i don't know no triple h, but this is all about the game

Just why the fuck there's rich people when others struggle to maintain

Why do people have to die

She gotta hold her head up high