This is a song about "When i die"

I hope you will till you die

I like big butts and i cannot lie

And when i die through sprayin shells, i'd hope hip hop dies and sent straight to hell/

Tap my partner roscoe like bruh, i'm drunk as hell can't you tell

Nah, niggas they dont wanna let me win

When i die im still make full rap progression

And i don't blame you, cause game gets swang like it ain't shit

And he didn't die when i was young - god forbid

Live off my lie and my lullaby

When i'm twenty eight it'll be when i die

When i'm low, she take me high

Like i said you should just die

Stay alive when u verse i king like me your automaticly gonna die

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

As i take you through a ghetto nigga's lullaby

On my own, i'm all alone like bastards when their mothers die