This is a song about "Reppin herne hill til the day that i die"

Loud pack, i propel. burgandy, out to kill

Im the main one falling down the hill

Shit, caught up in your perfect world, you never heard me cry

Ain't no doubt. i gon' keep doing this shit 'till the day i die

Thinkin' why it's not south beach everyday

I had beef with that motherfucker back in the day,

"oh my god i gonna die!" then sit and cry because the day i die,

And niggas slippin if they think the fucking grip is a lie

In pajamas i snuck out to watch santa

Smoking dope rappers til i die of chronic asthma

How i'm like bobby deniro, joe pesc and them cats

Till the day i die i'm running laps around these wiretaps

Grind all day til the family okay

I plan on getting back *censored* the worst way

Do it 'til i die as the greatest rapper ever to

My diamonds talk for me they say hi can i meet you