This is a song about "Die"

So let me tell you about this guy

But now, i'd rather have my soul die

Who watched his father die

When i'm low, she take me high

Will i die in my sleep or will i die of cancer

I decided to boss up, life's a bitch and i court her

I just wanna fucking die

In the lambo looking like a fly

You are going to die

And in fact i can’t deny

You know me, cool breeze, a nigga high

Wondering which way will i die,

Let the grief itself die.

When that thing gon fly

Makes me wanna ride till i die

Hands in the airrrrrrr let-let-let-let it fly