This is a song about "What the fuck am i sayin die motherfuckin die spend so much shit on tha dope"

So much damn potential, but wastes it on saying "i am special"

I got nothing against them, they got fucking potential

"oh my god i gonna die!" then sit and cry because the day i die,

True to the gamei claim outlaw riderswe give a fuck what they try

Hard to move on when you always regret one

Spend so much mula, checks in the million

So let me tell you about this guy

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

Tatted upt.y.g.a. basically gotta cremate me cause i'm fly 'til i die

I am number won i'll bake you with my own son so die even your bitch won't cry

Ya so fine i got to give it to you

Do or die is on the menu

What the fuck am i sayin', man i must just confess,

I swear to give you nothing less, nothing less

But the good die young and bad slow so i hope u die fuckin slow cause uve made us feel so fuckin low

Tell me i ain't god's son, nigga mom a virginwe got evicted had to leave the burbs, back in the ghetto