This is a song about "Living it till i die"

I'm living it and i own it,

Because there ain't no coming back from that

At night water flow to my eyes ill be a thug till i die

So you she would hide cause she thought of me as a typical guy

To the point that he just breaks, snaps, and it's all it takes

‘till i die of exhaustion, and all your memory, it fades,

Till i die being fake never was a must,

Auction coke to the coppers, glocks in the locker and

I must reach it before i die

We ain't doing armani, this is hermes fly

Till we're dumb high, dumb high

Makes me wanna ride till i die

It was my home by i made die

I like big butts and i cannot lie

Raised in a masacre, im a basterd till the day i die

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