This is a song about "Must die"

It was my home by i made die

I mean the game been dry

Wondering which way will i die,

Busting off, tryna touch the sky

I'm touching skies, no puffing lie

All my niggas ride or die

Don't ask me why

Who watched his father die

Or somthing and wait to die

And in fact i can’t deny

And she gives them a blow

Where must i go, who must i know

You know me, cool breeze, a nigga high

Makes me wanna ride till i die

My issue isn't televised and you ain't gotta tell the wise

// his voice: it's time, someone must die. satanic voice:you pick! whose life?