This is a song about "Hustlin until i die"

This ain't a diss this is some real shit, i'll represent my color until i die g shit

I love it when it's girl upon girl with one manay, put your butt on my mustache, fuck that

Smoke until i get dizzy bitch!

I'm hearin' rumors so you need to switch

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

And niggas slippin if they think the fucking grip is a lie

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

But i guess i'm just gonna make this fish stew because

You know me, cool breeze, a nigga high

It was my home by i made die

Fuck high school, motherfucker i'm high

I need to get away before i die

They gon tell you that's a lie, lie, lie

And i promised to myself,they must die