This is a song about "Why dont you die"

Like food for thought was my father but i ain't have the hunger

They call me spy, wonder why cos you y'all die by summer

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

Now everybody put your hands up high

Period gonei'm off the hook like cordless phonesmy identity so right

But can you just tell me why you played me like that, so i can die in pride

We dont die, starin down the barrel of a smith & wesson

I’ll catch my breath a little, money alright where i’m from

I dont know why you keep talking shit,boy hop off my dick

Everybody judging off a single i ain't even pick

Why plan life? live, cry 'n die, but its hardest.

Hotel suite, room keys is a gift

When my competition ain't much

Why i dont have is challenge

I'm using my tooth bait to get that bitches teeth paste

I dont know why you try, your lyrics are a waste