This is a song about "East side till i die"

I'm on my grown man b.i you see why

I'm gonna fight till i win or die

And i love you, wit all my heart and soul till i die.

How high? nigga, higher than the kites they fly

Till the day i die i'm running laps around these wiretaps

And dj's play my records cause i make the needles dance

As i take you through a ghetto nigga's lullaby

Raised in a masacre, im a basterd till the day i die

But we know all the same people so we got to speak

I ain't from the east but still i never sleep

Unify them, mob through, take over and

Till i die being fake never was a must,

Dirty rotten nigger picked it from a cotton gin

Thought i was gonna die till i got this brand new prescription,

‘till i die of exhaustion, and all your memory, it fades,

To the point that he just breaks, snaps, and it's all it takes