This is a song about "Die high"

Let the grief itself die.

Busting off, tryna touch the sky

Never had a chance to try

Everybody ,your hands up high,

Lifes a bitch than ya die,

When that thing gon fly

See you gotta get high or die, cause even thugs cry

Rather live alone forever than live a lie

Lift your eyebrow up high

I'm touching skies, no puffing lie

Built on most high, because i'm a die reaching for that limelight/

At monster madness doing drive by's on a fucking fixie bike

Tryin to torture em to tell, i'm gettin mailbut ain't nobody sayin much, the same old nuts

High on brownies, fly on frownies, die froma suicidal act of spiritual kindness.

Or somthing and wait to die

I like big butts and i cannot lie