This is a song about "Born to die"

Keep your heads up high

Why do people have to die

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

And every nigga suddenly be rappin bout that trap shit

I hate to say,i'm born and raised in kuwait

That involve ballpark franks and silver duct tape

Or somthing and wait to die

When i'm low, she take me high

'cuz many of those black youth are born to die just after birth,

Getting paid off our operation we ain't even doctors

Three j's took me this high

You are about to die!

And i promised to myself,they must die

We ain't doing armani, this is hermes fly

Now its your turn to die

Tears that our fore fathers cry