This is a song about "If i die young bury me in satin"

If i die and you list me off i'll procrastinate and go insane

I'm so over cryin, waitin and hopin playin the blame game

I'm recordin' that shit on the fuckin' little mic

And he didn't die when i was young - god forbid

Okay you dancing drinking on your last one

If i die me and her will dance in heaven

Me lay down tracks. so take a step back and look in the mirror then maybe you will

I'm going to bury you in this box i made outta your own kitchen table

Until i die. got skills to rely, but if i lie, the police beats me until i cry.

In case i don't get intell all my people i'm a ridahnobody cries when we die

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

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

I'm on my grown man b.i you see why

Makes me wanna ride till i die

And if i everest, i won't die old/

After every show, a dream she hold