This is a song about "If i die young"

Dead at thirteen cause he yearned to bangsniffed a lot of flowers, but how could i cry

I'm gone stay fly, young k preying every name no nigga never fuckin die.

As i read every word that you write, i can only imagine

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

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

First i have potential, now i got them answers

Even if i die i'll roll up riding a golden hearse

Got heat super freak rick james ya bitch, leave a stain & shit

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

If i die, don't wanna be deprived of that final moment of my demise

Hit the club and i let it fly, claim you balling nigga telling lies

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

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

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

I swear the pen right across from hell, i can't cry