This is a song about "Die hole die"

Damn is your mattress dry

Now its your turn to die

Keep your heads up high

Like i said you should just die

Some days he just wishes he could die

And i know that your supply

Why do people have to die

Real nigga shit, don't tell no lie

Makes me wanna ride till i die

Letter to the ghetto, hold your head high

Fuck a nigga cus its do or die/

You know me, cool breeze, a nigga high