This is a song about "When i die"

Why you call me back? don't lie

Even after i die/

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

And she ain't gay, but the only thing she like is fucking chanel

Will i die in my sleep or will i die of cancer

Not even on the distance factor chicks who pick the rapper

Movin, eyelids low cause my bills too high

I hate when thugs die, so i let out a smug cry,

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

When i die show no pity,put my body in crip city

And the discography, somethin' you got to see

And i know that your supply

I must reach it before i die