This is a song about "Die bryan"

I'm touching skies, no puffing lie

My stray plaque... "bitch please you're gonna die!"

I've be stressin in the spotlight, i want the fame

That's why i had bryan give me another name,

I bet you've never seen a pig fly

Like i said you should just die

You are going to die

Damn is your mattress dry

Who watched his father die

And now we high

Drinks in the airrrrrrr let-let-let-let it fly

But now, i'd rather have my soul die

Tears that our fore fathers cry

You are about to die!