This is a song about "Til i die"

I must reach it before i die

She tell you that's a lie, lie, lie

It was my home by i made die

So let me tell you about this guy

Producing tracks from the mental till i die

Letter to the ghetto, hold your head high

We ain't playing no fucking games

'til i walk a flock of flames

Old school til i die no reason to testify im satisfied by multi syllable rhymes

When niggas act bitch-made she got the heart to fightnigga my girlfriend, though we separated at times

Wondering where i'm going when i die 

Ima tell you that's a lie, lie, lie

Throw him off the banister, shoot him on camera

Smoking dope rappers til i die of chronic asthma

I wasn't stopping 'til i got the bills

Rich, 2pac and the click, smokin' blunts, loadin' clips