This is a song about "Ready to die dope fucking bitches"

And have the vatican blastin "bitches and dope"/

Had a dream like martin luther, little bit of hope

You can pick apart my raps, i ain’t told ya na’ lie

On the road to riches, krs and bdp, and ready to die,

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

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

I just wanna fucking die

Hear the rambling in the sky

But instead i got a sister, just like me with her mister nada

And im not even gonna warn ya, when im ready to fucking on ya

Dead at thirteen cause he yearned to bangsniffed a lot of flowers, but how could i cry

But i wasn't ready to look in the mirror, but wasn't ready for my father to die,

Easy baby. you the bomb and all, but i be damned if i do not land mine

My bitches like to cut the dope, and bag it for a dime and at the same time