This is a song about "I m grinding till i die"

I hope you will till you die

Yeah, since i was a knee high

Hoping wes snipes make my life a bit different

Till i die being fake never was a must,

And i love you, wit all my heart and soul till i die.

Die motherfuckin die, hope yo' ass fry, don't ask why

Ain't no doubt. i gon' keep doing this shit 'till the day i die

As i take you through a ghetto nigga's lullaby

So here i am at the store for some chips

East side till i die, brooklyn is my residence/

I"m the designated driver

My records sell, yes sir

God damn it, i'm one hell of a guy

Producing tracks from the mental till i die

I'm not crazy i 'm doing gods deeds

Kush, baby mama-less; yeah no seeds