This is a song about "Heros always die"

Let the grief itself die.

That new c-l fly

All my niggas ride or die

She gotta hold her head up high

You are going to die

Keep your heads up high

It was my home by i made die

Letter to the ghetto, hold your head high

That kids would always poke fun and joke, and say i'll "die hard"

But more than not, and with prolly a whole lot less than the start

Do you wanna ride or die

So let me tell you about this guy

Drinks in the airrrrrrr let-let-let-let it fly

Wondering which way will i die,