This is a song about "Hustlin until i die"

Letter to the ghetto, hold your head high

It was my home by i made die

Wondering which way will i die,

I wonder why, i sit and cry

So i'm, throwing lyrical knives at you until you hopefully die

So you she would hide cause she thought of me as a typical guy

Smoke until i get dizzy bitch!

Trip, and then you never snitch

In case i don't get intell all my people i'm a ridahnobody cries when we die

Until i die. got skills to rely, but if i lie, the police beats me until i cry.

Never had a chance to try

Like i said you should just die

Luchador like i been masked but still remain fly

Like your mom on coke i won't quit until i die.

I'll rap until i die or my dick and balls fall off

Issue your warrant, informant, bitch i’ve been a boss