This is a song about "Niggers die"

Let the grief itself die.

That's the window into the sky

While im dishing out all of their wishes and burnin em faster than niggers in

So both of our imaginations are creations of the fucking situation

The nerve of this prick, he said fuck it you can have her

Will i die in my sleep or will i die of cancer

Or somthing and wait to die

Dreamin on a lullaby

Shit done changed since the wop and the running man

Damn shame niggers in my crew can't bang

Letter to the ghetto, hold your head high

Seen drive-bys takin' lives, little kids die

They gon tell you that's a lie, lie, lie

Wondering which way will i die,