This is a song about "Till i colapse"

I bet they thought they'd never see a big gone good

And i wont stop this till im reassured

Till i colapse, i spit rhymes till i drop

Bout peppermint schnapps in junior high hit the block

Can't control the box, you are no mills lane

Till i cant remember my name

It’s hip-hop, not pop

Imma ball till i drop

And i wont stop till you drop

We popping bottles, it don't stop

I think i've got some enemies disguised as friends

Snort it 'till i'm numb 'till i can't feel myself

Producing tracks from the mental till i die

See you gotta get high or die, cause even thugs cry

Like a male version of lauryn hill

Keep going till i get my fill