This is a song about "Die here"

A bystandered made die

Till we're dumb high, dumb high

It was my home by i made die

And i know that your supply

Why do people have to die

When that thing gon fly

No more wonderin why, it's like i've come here only to plunder and die

Dead at thirteen cause he yearned to bangsniffed a lot of flowers, but how could i cry

Some days he just wishes he could die

I like big butts and i cannot lie

That's the window into the sky

But now, i'd rather have my soul die

I hope you will till you die

I bet you've never seen a pig fly