This is a song about "Die young"

Why you call me back? don't lie

Who watched his father die

And you make the flowers sing say turn green yellow

It seems so far that the good die young n the bad die slow

Never had a chance to try

Lifes a bitch than ya die,

Tell me i ain't god's son, nigga mom a virginwe got evicted had to leave the burbs, back in the ghetto

But the good die young and bad slow so i hope u die fuckin slow cause uve made us feel so fuckin low

So i threw it in a rap so i'd remember that

And he didn't die when i was young - god forbid

I'm gone stay fly, young k preying every name no nigga never fuckin die.

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

That got your mother high

A bystandered made die