This is a song about "Welcome to my rap game it s real this is survival of the fitest do or die i m a reaper so u best fear your doomsday of facing me is drawing near"

Jealousy inside, make'em wish i diedoh my lord, tell me what i'm livin' for

Because now a nigga hot enough to fuck with one of satan' hoes is it real or

This is do or die, this is my ambition,

You just working with the scraps you was given

Suicide i dont give a fuck it your life so you decide it do or die

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

Signing off brother ali, sincerely yours

This is the name of the game, i hate the way that it looks,

The shit you do to me is no fault of your own,

Better than college, after that, students home

Like i went to sierra leone in a homecoming dress

And i'm participatin' in this crazed game of the 2000's,

Is my last girlfriend was horrible like hell facing the real me

They hating, patrolling and trying to catch me riding dirty

It's blacc friday and i'm glad to be black

This is the pinnacle of rap