This is a song about "Nate dye"

As i draw, sketchy cats dye, then gain shade like a color pencil.

I got nothing against them, they got fucking potential

Me and nate steppin' through heavens gate

And that was when i was in the eighth grade

Come downstairs with nothing but a shoe string

He don't give fuck he's gonna live or dye trying

Serving gumbo with a shovel, dog i'm on another level

As i draw, sketchy cats dye, then gain shade like a color pencil.

Nate, you could never keep up with the raps i kill

Dope enough to snort crack and sit the fuck still

Going insane/ sanity didn't dye in /vein

I love that hour glass shape you got up on that frame

Of the vhs especially during sex baby

Can't forget the rap-singers nate dogg and warren g,

She wants to dye her hair red?

You tryin hard to maintain, then go head