This is a song about "Trying to not die"

That you'd more than likely die if i add trying to the mixture

I show her off, i stunt with her, we do it sweet, they look bitter

But i'm not trying to impress, just trying to address,

Didn't make it through college, still debating my progress

Maxi pad, leave the beat brown like rihanna lips

Trying not to live on food stamps and eat at gas stations,

Tryin'a keep up with my mind, and you wonder why

Hide or fight, shy, cry and die. bye bye, i try not to lie.

I'mma ride till it's my time to die but that's not now (cause..)

Issue your warrant, informant, bitch i’ve been a boss

You have the nerve trying to tell me it's all okay when it's not

Red riding is getting some of this wolfly odder cock

Not trying to be nas, jay, or pun, just the coldest one spitting

Incorporate this lyric to their everyday living

To be the man in this wicked land underhanded hits are plannedscams are plotted over grams and rocks

Id die for this track fuck it why not governments corrupt i need to take a couple shots