This is a song about "I am not ready to die"

Yup, im stylin on'emevery girl i meet thinks im hot

My life is like a bubble, i am ready to pop,

Dead at thirteen cause he yearned to bangsniffed a lot of flowers, but how could i cry

But i wasn't ready to look in the mirror, but wasn't ready for my father to die,

On the road to riches, krs and bdp, and ready to die,

But now that we're free, let's be gone, you got me blazing high

What the fuck am i hear for? just to live and die?

Tryin'a keep up with my mind, and you wonder why

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

You better be ready to face me, cause it's do or die

One choke of this you a note from mariah high

Will never end, not even when i die

I am not greedy i give to the needy

Lock my heart up, this is jail, throw away the key

He said he needed a come up, because selling nicks' was lame

Am not ready to face the facts i've gone insane