This is a song about "Ill have to die"

Ill have miles davis come from the grave

Prps cover my eight’s, uhh, lemme switch my pace

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

Or somthing and wait to die

I wonder why, i sit and cry

You are about to die!

Maybe one day, ill have the ability to make a difference

My bitches bad, these niggas mad, i guess it's just what the fame brings

Why do people have to die

Till we're dumb high, dumb high

No one-half and i hate math

Some die while gripping the gats they have