This is a song about "Ready or not"

I'm not ready to leave, it's too scary to die (fuck that!)

Money in a bag, stones be yellow as a cat

Can you beat me or not

You see him as a god

Not dissing anyone or showing hate

Most niggas love nothin' so i made this tape

Still standin' and in love with my prideheard frivolous beats, we past that

I'll survive as i say "i'm not ready to die freddy you piece of fucking shit"

Told j-dot, when you get on that battle field, you're ready to win or lose.

And i don’t gotta front, i play these niggas like a wisdom tooth

To beat or not to beat/

Indubitably i'm too street

And to be honest i fathered a lot of brothers in this motherfucker

Begging me to quit rap, but i'm just not ready to let it loose for her

Grandpa or grandma, not my auntie or my favorite cousin

Where i'm from is a circus hope you don’t expect a fair one