This is a song about "Why"

I'm worldwide i'm certified, pop a bottle my cali dime

He wonders why he even tries, why is he wasting his time?

Why..... why at 36 did she have to die.

Revelations say you either fry or fly

Why, why is he tripping down?

To come and change my life around

Hand in your ass you ask why?

I wonder why, i sit and cry

Why i am here? huh? why was i born?

Luck on my brim supreme keeps me warm

And i don't regard to why.

Tears that our fore fathers cry

And thought why am i still alive why am i still here.

I like to ask the bad bitches if they ass is real

Holding those same doubts, asking god why.

Cuz they all broken, why do ghetto birds die