This is a song about "Die yet"

Now its your turn to die

That's the window into the sky

Your friends say, why we not together yet

Lifes not all fair, work till we fall dead

When i'm low, she take me high

Even after i die/

Hit it then i quit it ‘fore she even made the bed

Misled by aristotle, not on his level yet/

Real nigga shit, don't tell no lie

Let the grief itself die.

A bystandered made die

I'm touching skies, no puffing lie

Your stupid ass, corny lines trying to fill my head

Face white as frank white, y'all ready to die yet?