This is a song about "Die bitch die"

We was high school peers, in junior high

But now, i'd rather have my soul die

It was my home by i made die

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

Damn is your mattress dry

You are about to die!

And in fact i can’t deny

Or somthing and wait to die

I wonder why, i sit and cry

A bystandered made die

I need that ride or die bitch im to the point im bout ta lose it,

Wicked ambition go give this shit a coroner visit

I just wanna fucking die

Where did my time go? i let it fly

You are going to die

Ima tell you that's a lie, lie, lie