This is a song about "Die bitch"

Real nigga shit, don't tell no lie

I hope you will till you die

I'm touching skies, no puffing lie

But now, i'd rather have my soul die

I am number won i'll bake you with my own son so die even your bitch won't cry

Just thanking the holy fatherhe made a star and shita youngin still ain't die

All my niggas ride or die

Tears that our fore fathers cry

Yeah, since i was a knee high

Let the grief itself die.

I'll meet you in the sky

Like i said you should just die

When that thing gon fly

Or somthing and wait to die