This is a song about "I anna die"

Fuck high school, motherfucker i'm high

Wondering which way will i die,

K o d, m i a, twenty racks, let it fly

Producing tracks from the mental till i die

You know i want a piece of that pie

Die only think i could try

"oh my god i gonna die!" then sit and cry because the day i die,

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

I'm gonna fight till i win or die

Them other niggas smoke, they ain't this high

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

And i promised to myself,they must die

West side, zone 1, who want the anna?

My all gold rolly or the

These haters hope i hurry up and die

How high? nigga, higher than the kites they fly