This is a song about "If i die young"

Wondering which way will i die,

And in fact i can’t deny

That you'd more than likely die if i add trying to the mixture

I'm open to everything if you're inviting your sister

If i die me and her will dance in heaven

Fucking chin-checkin' punks 'til he's outta breath and done

Cause if i can't feed my son then please let me die,

Letter to the ghetto, hold your head high

Told myself man if i cant live like this, id rather die

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

“the good die young” and “the good suffer cuz of the bad” what a pun

I wanna live my life and ball, make a couple million

Even after i die/

I'm touching skies, no puffing lie

I was young and running wild,

Pay my haters not too much mind