This is a song about "Many men want me die"

Good weed get me high, other drugs make me die

You need to hit the door, search for a new guy

Alike me in so many fucking ways

Move like i’m walking with an open case

Like they want to mimic me,

I was wondering maybe

'cuz many of those black youth are born to die just after birth,

Africa and europe, it's a small world we truly neighbors

When you've made so many mistakes in life and you just want a clean slate!

Of better days when you ain't have to settle for whatever played

So many kids would later die, they'd never know it,

Give it to these broads,imake em soar back and all that

Now in the courtroom, many men are being doomed

It's your own fault suckas so don't get that shit confused

I want to fill up nightclubs with men and women boys and girls

Multiple colors, my mind's more productive than others