This is a song about "I don t die"

Wondering which way will i die,

Letter to the ghetto, hold your head high

You don;t thin anymore

As i'm watching the snow fall

To make karma come faster than she normally will

Don´t try to fuck with me, i am the one who goes for the kill,

And the wrong time

Your raps don"t even rhyme!

Bad bitch mac lip she a actress have her in the coup suckin on the gear shift

Anyone disagrees is gettin speared /anyone don t agree is just weird/

It was my home by i made die

Never had a chance to try

Three j's took me this high

Makes me wanna ride till i die

I wouldn´t diss my own mum,

Bad hoes i'm seen with them