This is a song about "My bestfriend die"

Why they try to see my flow, but they know that's outta sight

Got my heat in a case a nigga wanna die tonight,

Thoughts rushing through my head that she was gonna die,

Hands in the airrrrrrr let-let-let-let it fly

I be calling out game like miles at the farms

Had to watch to my own brother die in my arms

I cry sometimes, no lie, my family would die

I told her all about how we been living a lie

I bet you've never seen a pig fly

Sitting in my room at night wishin id die

Your my bad boy i'll love you till i die

Letter to the ghetto, hold your head high

Picture me lettin this chump survive

My balls die for the thug life