This is a song about "I hope you die"

Nail to 2 tha coffin

And i hope you told him

And i hope you all are to.

Would have came back for you

Oh, mama got a visa

Bitch i hope you get gonorrhea

But the good die young and bad slow so i hope u die fuckin slow cause uve made us feel so fuckin low

Tell me i ain't god's son, nigga mom a virginwe got evicted had to leave the burbs, back in the ghetto

Hope to die tonight and and retrieve my peace, i try

My city, growl with me, hootie hoo'ing through the night sky

And when i die through sprayin shells, i'd hope hip hop dies and sent straight to hell/

Tap my partner roscoe like bruh, i'm drunk as hell can't you tell

Yo, i hope you haven't forgotten me, man

Fuck it, its hip hop and niggas don't give a damn

Shit, that birkin bag make the old dude mad

Some day i hope you all holler back