This is a song about "Too young to die"

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

I'm gone stay fly, young k preying every name no nigga never fuckin die.

Hit yo ho with a muthafuckin baseball bat

I'm not ready to leave, it's too scary to die (fuck that!)

One swift thrust i'm ready to die, i'm too tall to hang...what the fuck..

But she only fuck with boss niggas - lames, you outta luck

I'm not ready to leave, it's too scary to die (fuck that!)

Red beam on it like kano back, high price for the volcano rap

K o d, m i a, twenty racks, let it fly

Too late to cry but not too late to die

Champaign by your tub, rose pedals as she walk, you know the floor don't need to see you

At the end of the vinyl, cause you'd be destined to die like their kind too

Now its your turn to die

That got your mother high

And peace to this young warrior,

Jt: didn't get a gift for her