This is a song about "Sniffing coke till i die"

Makes me wanna ride till i die

I'll meet you in the sky

I think that i need some diet coke,

Motherfucker this is forever dope

‘till i die of exhaustion, and all your memory, it fades,

And i don't take these bitches out, i make pajama dates

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

Hesitant with my mind, i'll awaken the people, be persistent till i die

I wonder why, i sit and cry

So that's why i'll still real till i die

He say, she say, oh my god

I failed in life more coke i bought

Your album sound like some shit a fake wiz khalifa papa wrote

Show em how low can you go, till overdosed on your coke

But somethin' was always missin' like six digits

East side till i die, brooklyn is my residence/