This is a song about "Wanting to die"

Enemies wanting to finish me, mind your self as a saint,

Of the very same baby that the virgin mary raised

I don't know what ya'll heard, but hip hop ain't dead

It's a sad mess always wanting to be hand fed

Only 14 years old still wandering and wanting to explore

While his fiends for cream well exceeded the dream she once lived for

And now we high

You are going to die

I can't control my rage,cause i still tied with my pledge

But this is what'll kill me in the end always wanting to avenge

So y'all niggas can fly

Now its your turn to die