This is a song about "Die about it"

A million home sellers couldn't find a realer state

Die, it ain't fate that the beast still boast weight

Word to lethargy hardly will i ever lie

Rappers contrive about me but i just won't die

Die, it ain't fate that the beast still boast weight

That involve ballpark franks and silver duct tape

Thot it was about me all about me

Cause im on sum g shityoung money

See i let my nigga split that

Feeling good about it

She crazy, that stalker shit

So they think about ending it/

Dump that bitch in the sly

You are about to die!

I must reach it before i die

Busting off, tryna touch the sky