This is a song about "Till ya die"

We ball on top we ride till we die,

Letter to the ghetto, hold your head high

Makes me wanna ride till i die

Tears that our fore fathers cry

In the lambo looking like a fly

I hope you will till you die

Till you get fed up and wanna die

Why you call me back? don't lie

I hope you will till you die

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

To the point that he just breaks, snaps, and it's all it takes

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

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

That's the window into the sky

I know the world gets cold and the days get long

Ya don't realise what ya lost till it's fricken gone,