This is a song about "Must die"

Do you wanna ride or die

Fuck high school, motherfucker i'm high

Half of my game? yo, that shit be a lie

And i promised to myself,they must die

Till i die being fake never was a must,

You be chickens like smokey tripping off angel dust

He must be able to soar, must have some powers

Backwoods don’t do papers, that was just for my haters

That's the window into the sky

It was my home by i made die

Damn is your mattress dry

All my niggas ride or die

But now, i'd rather have my soul die

Drinks in the airrrrrrr let-let-let-let it fly