This is a song about "Cause to die"

To raw i make da beat die

I'll meet you in the sky

See you gotta get high or die, cause even thugs cry

If you don't give a fuck, put your hands up high

Working out 9 to 5 keeping them babies fly

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

You are going to die

Tears that our fore fathers cry

I'm on my grown man b.i you see why

Too late to cry but not too late to die

Fresh to death, when i step, you can hear momma's cry

Cause if i can't feed my son then please let me die,

Cause out here in these streets you can live or your welcome to die

Die motherfuckin die, hope yo' ass fry, don't ask why

And i promised to myself,they must die

She gotta hold her head up high