This is a song about "Living to die"

As i take you through a ghetto nigga's lullaby

What the fuck am i hear for? just to live and die?

That got your mother high

You are going to die

Whats the point of living if were living to die,

Tryin'a keep up with my mind, and you wonder why

Letter to the ghetto, hold your head high

I need to get away before i die

Or somthing and wait to die

I'm touching skies, no puffing lie

I stick to spitting cause everything else isn't worth living

Was just such a fufilling feeling, we stuck in the building

Now we making up like a bullshit lie

Too late to cry but not too late to die

And stand up again and try to make some kind of living

So, suicide i perceive, before i slide on that ring