This is a song about "Die hard niggar"

Now its your turn to die

When i'm low, she take me high

I hope you will till you die

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

Hey, die hard, killing all them demons

Weight stand out like pimples and cold-sore lips

Let the grief itself die.

Dump that bitch in the sly

Wondering which way will i die,

Dreamin on a lullaby

I shine like something in the sky

Do you wanna ride or die

Chained as my slaves, my die hard fans

Yeah, red bottoms, she ain't trying to dance

See we’ll be cool as long as you just play your part

That kids would always poke fun and joke, and say i'll "die hard"