This is a song about "Hustling till i die"

Keep your eyes open, i can only say i'll try

Scream out till your lungs collapse, collide with a bus and die,

Owed the dope man for his productand he swore if he did not pay

And i been hustling all day, this a way, that a way

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

Hop over, run backwards, with a knap sack of green supreme hats

Till i die being fake never was a must,

Mc'ing ain't dead, but the scenery is different

Revelations say you either fry or fly

Producing tracks from the mental till i die

Makes me wanna ride till i die

Where did my time go? i let it fly

We ball on top we ride till we die,

How high? nigga, higher than the kites they fly

I hope you will till you die

I bet you've never seen a pig fly